My Looking Glass

          
Alice’s looking glass was a Mirror,
Mine is your eyes.
Every time I look into Them,
My understanding of love becomes clearer.

Time seems to stop when you hold me close,
Nothing seems to matter at that point.
When you let me go from your warm embrace,
I feel as though I love you more and more, I suppose.

People say the eyes are that window to the soul.
I believe that.
With your beautiful eyes, that when I look into I melt.
Yours eyes which are the color of the clearest sea, surrounding an island the color of coal.

Then one day I saw something.
Something I had never before seen.
The thing that I saw was beautiful and amazing.
It was the soul that had been lying unawakened behind your eyes.

Reviews

[KAREN]

This is very creative! I enjoyed rreading this alot, it has heartfelt feeling in it. The eyes the way you used them as your looking glass is brillant!

[Cynthia]

I love it, how you describe the eye as your looking glass, its sweet :) And I love the story as well, especially the last stanza!! Such an enjoyable read at the same time! Its heart warming, at least my heart warms up when i read it :)
Nice Job!

[Brett Forsythe]

A few minor spelling slips but that definitely did not take away from my thoughts. This poem is well written. With your work it is clear that you feel what you write and do not just write for the sake of writing. Well done!