My true love has such dreamy eyes.
They’re thoughtful and so kind.
When kissing them, I poetize.
I’m sure she doesn’t mind.
Her gaze can melt my heart or slay,
deceive or dash my dream.
But if she left, I'd lose my way,
I'd drift, bereft downstream.
Sometimes her eyes will smirk and sneer.
(they’ll laugh and weep as well.)
And if they’ve shed a sad, sweet tear,
she knows that I will tell.
Her eyes, they are a gorgeous grey,
as clear as crystal lakes.
They’re feisty as the salt sea spray
from moment she awakes.
My true love’s eyes will close one day,
forever – for all time.
My poems then would fade away,
since life would no more rhyme.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 4th, 2022 11:02
- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine
- Category: Love
- Views: 21
- User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments2
I think your poems would become tragically beautiful personally Kev. But in the present and into a very long future you'll be writing more amazing sonnets
Many thanks, Saxon.
I believe there's a pair of loving eyes smiling down on you Kevin with great pride. 😉
Thanks, AP.
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