I love your eyes, those twinkling eyes, They speak of a thousand things. It glows and I drown in its intensity, I would love to stay there forever. It evokes myriad memories, And leaves an imprint on me. I consider myself lucky enough, To have experienced its warmth. The world seems appareled in celestial light, Like the glory and freshness of your eyes. Just like the morning dew, Exotic,precious and sexy. Every time I look into your eyes, I'm lost in innumerable memories, Thus forgetting the world behind me. I wouldn't expect anything much, Than just being the wife of your eye!
Read my eyes the words they speak
Passage of time things so unique.
They speak of past, future and of times today,
Look closer you can hear what they say.
Eyes have different pages, many chapters told,
And within each a different story unfolds.
There is pain written in some of the lines,
And also love capturing this heart of mine.
If you read the stories you can touch the soul,
You can feel the dreams realize the goals.
Words speak in a book that's good,
The meaning is well understood.
I am a book with many many pages,
Taking life in different stages.
If you want to read this book that is me,
It's in my eyes for you too see.
requires the gift of sight,
Without the mind to view replies,
we're left in blindest plight!
Okay, Let's see,...I see with eyes,
and look when truly see,
But do I look when light replies,
or when Mind's sight doth BE?
Your view or mine or ours conjoined,
might give us light to KNOW,
But doth the view show look rejoined,
or sight for us below?
Well, I must look, research, and find,
to know new ways to see,
For with eyes blocked, I stay quite blind,
but Mind's DO look to FREE!