Beautiful Eyes
The first day I saw him,
I didn't know what was going to happen.
He was one among the crowd,
Not at all different!
The second day I saw him,
There was something different.
He was not the same person,
Turned unique all of a sudden!
The third day I saw him,
He looked into my eyes!
I stood transfixed in his gaze,
In my stomach were butterflies.
The fourth day I saw him,
He looked in my eyes again.
Silent words were exchanged
between our gaze.
The fifth day I saw him.
I went up and asked,
Have we met before somewhere?
Or are we related from the past?
He shook his head
And here's what he said!
Yes my love, we met in our past life!
We were two souls that became one.
In life and death we were together,
And again here we've come!
I turned my head and walked away,
Taking a silent oath
not to look at him the next day!
The sixth day I saw him,
Those beautiful eyes looked in mine again.
It felt like we'd known each other forever
speaking of pasts and future.
That day I knew we're meant to be.
Whether it comes true or not,
We'll just have to wait and see!
For now all that I know,
Those beautiful eyes are in what I'm lost!
So just remember that if you don't find me,
In his eyes, lost I will be, conversing silently!
lo
Copyright © Amy Mcgehee | Year Posted 2016
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