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Your Eyes

Two deep unfathomable seas Slightly separated but forever joined Profoundness and depth unimaginable Even the most savvy sailor is instantly lost Not knowing which is the safe way home It's not to mine nor anyone's great surprise That I fell lost in love staring into your eyes

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Laura Breidenthal

Date: 12/11/2013 9:45:00 PM

Amazing expression and creativity here. Thanks for the uplifting visit. Like they say, the eyes are windows of the soul. Superb verse. Always, Laura

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/22/2013 11:11:00 PM

I love the feeling of love.... I will dwell on this poem some more... xox~LINDA

Wayland Bunch
Date: 1/23/2013 12:03:00 AM

By the way I did notice all of your comments and that would be the x to the something flattery of yours. Thank you for all of your time.

Kimmy Thieleke

Date: 1/6/2013 4:36:00 PM

Awee. how sweet! lucky girl. hello there and nice to meet you. thank you for your comment i appreciate it.

Wayland Bunch
Date: 1/7/2013 6:34:00 PM

Well thank you for your comment and it's also nice to meet you.

Toquyen Harrell

Date: 12/26/2012 10:55:00 PM

True poet when I see one. I can feel lost in the feeling you create. Awesome, Wa Bu. Love it :)

Wayland Bunch
Date: 12/26/2012 11:00:00 PM

thank you so much. Your comment is very flattering to a semi new poet.

Kerry Singleton

Date: 12/26/2012 8:37:00 PM

Very nice wa bu, I wonder does anyone fall in love any more, but after reading this maybe they do.. have a great day :)

Wayland Bunch
Date: 12/26/2012 9:21:00 PM

"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet." Plato Love and the pursuit of, have allowed to me to escape pure philosophical thinking to pursue poetry. I commented to someone earlier that the loss of self is one of the deaths that love dies, well it's also the birth of love, and it is a great fall, but where would we be without it.