GlancesA Poem by Barrett
What other word could be used to describe
The feeling when I lift my eyes upward And find Yours are right there Meeting mine with quiet intensity Meeting mine like a target acquired Meeting mine like the flick of a switch What other word, Besides magnetic? Such small glances Such serene secret moments Brilliant, but doomed These small glances are sad glances Sad because your hand is not mine to hold Sad because your laugh is not mine to hear Sad because your eyes are not mine to meet But please, don't stop looking.
© 2015 Barrett |
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