Through the beauty of her eyes

Her eyes are like warm flickering of candles,
growing intensely with heat.
They have so much to tell,
though it would be only a treat.
If she could tell me just all what she thinks, 
I would then see into her soul.
She cares on an amazingly higher level, 
she desires so much more. 
Through her eyes I can see softness, 
like that of the morning rain.
Also like the ocean loses sea creatures, 
I can see a portion of pain. 
This woman I speak of has so much to capture,
She has wisdom, she has courage, 
she has love and a future.
She has honesty and compassion,
she has humor that's golden, as well, she has devotion.
She can look at me with those eyes and tell me her story,
I will sit here, I will listen,
I will admire her and all of her glory.

Author's Note

Constructive critique and comments are always welcome and appreciated.

Reviews

[Tonya's CoffeeWrites]

Thank you so much abderrahmane Dakir

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

I like this awesome poem. It leads me to swim more in the eyes language. Thank you for sharing.