Allure

i am still at times, in shadows watching you in the world stealing glances when the world has drawn you away there is a beauty i can clearly see when the picture is devoid of me meeting for lunch i step back from the canvas pause in the servers' din shelter behind the flora drink in your essence holding that moment my life with you has been as such like a glass of fine wine the aging intensifies the allure oh i know well why you never let the magic perish one of my greatest joys i never had a clue so i sit back and watch as her magic unfolds before me and for all of my sleuthing amidst shadows i have been bested by a master that silly smirk she wears so well adore fails to grasp the fullness my eyes behold a path the bewitchment therein where dwells the beautiful soul she is poets know these things OKC 5/22 The phrases “the eyes are the window to the soul” and “I can see it in your eyes” certainly sound poetic. Many singers, songwriters and writers have capitalized on it. But it turns out that the eyes really might be the windows to the soul. Google the above and you will discover the Science poets knew millennials ago.