Blue eyes ,
I don't like them,
I don't usually do beards ,
but yours goes quite nicely.
You're not too tall ,
I like that.
You're loyal and a good listener.
I like the way you look when you laugh.
I like the way you look when you're thinking.
I like the way you stare at me across the table,
Staring into my soul.
smouldering Blue eyes
I like them.
- Author: Brendon Corey (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 14th, 2017 04:04
- Comment from author about the poem: you don\\\'t choose love , love chooses you .
- Category: Love
- Views: 42
Comments1
I enjoyed this lovely poem, Joaquin. Well done! Welcome to MPS.
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