The Mystery of Eyes
The Mystery of Eyes
I place pen to paper, look into your eyes,
How to shadow them to show they’ve just cried,
Draw the same circle, a center dark and deep,
I look into them, study, and I, too, weep.
You are so kind, you sit with patience,
While I, an amateur paint with slow cadence,
What is the secret to the eyes’ communication?
When they change not the spirit’s shaped reflection.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2018
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