Your Expressive Eyes Speak to Me

There's a language you speak to me with your eyes
I hear their quiet thoughts... oh, how they hypnotize
me when into their boundless realms I dare to stare.
With rapt attention, I listen to them with great care.

In a hurried, harried world I don't want to fall short
of learning when your eyes convey what lies in your heart.
In subtle silent whispers their voice rings loud and clear
revealing your affectionate emotions, things I long to hear.
 
They glimmer like shining stars when you want romance.
I wonder if my eyes ask yours to join me in a lover's dance.
What a fool I would be to ignore them, and I'd be remiss
not to realize that you long for another passionate kiss.

Such tender looks your expressive eyes channel my way
as if saying to me, "Don't leave me tonight. Please stay,"
They speak what mere words could never begin to express
when emotions flowing within them are like a loving caress.

Your eyes sing in a voice that comes from your heart,
lyrics of a love song that say, "I hope we will never part."
When your eyes are flecked with gold, I hear their desire
and my touch becomes the spark that ignites flames of fire.

When your sweet eyes smile at me, and cheeks are glowing
I acknowledge what they're saying when tears are flowing.
I intently listen as they say your love has no tethered bounds
and the pledges they've given me are made without a sound.

Profoundly, you never have the need to utter one single word
for your eyes proclaim to me the heartfelt messages I've heard.
I listen to unspoken promises from your soul in evocative eyes
and comprehend their meaning without the ruse of a disguise.

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Duke Beaufort

February 25, 2025 at 10:07 AM

Lin, your sweet lines reveal you as someone capable of intimacy and tenderness. Reading poems such as this makes me realize that there are not enough qualified therapists among the general population. People should read this and try to emulate this the of empathy and understanding of body language. That gives me an idea...we should teach body language in school along with Italian, French, Spanish, Russian, Chinese, etc. If people had that capability, they'd see our charlatan leaders as they are.