The eye? Poem, by A man you\'ve seen but never looked at, at My poetic side

Did you admire his desire?

were you impressed by his attire?

when his love spread thin like wire,

did you question, who's the liar?

you saw him well dressed,

did that mean that he was trying?

you never seemed depressed,

now you're all alone and crying,

maybe its your eyes,

you thought you knew him well,

but that's the best disguise,

from looks alone you'll never tell.

The eye?