I've Been Listening To Your Eyes
It has been said that one’s eyes
Are the mirrors to one’s soul.
As I stand before you I must
Indeed believe it is so
Without a word the subtle changes
Of your eyes from green to gold
Seemed to capture my thought
As I heard a voice telling me a
Story from days of ole
A story of a young man in another land
Where he saves a young maiden and
Gently takes his hand
“I’ve been waiting for you to come
To me. Waiting for what seems
Like and eternity
And now here you are before me.”
Was it real or a fantasy ?
Or just the sheer beauty of poetry
Copyright © Louise Riveiro - Mitchell | Year Posted 2025
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