the eyes of the heart
be hidden
between the opening
and shutting…them

mine lays
naked before you
in silence
…in view

lift me your eyes
BOOM

…it’s presence
in this quiet room

She stood in the field of Violets.
A distressed lady in war.
While others charged in the battlefront,
Only I noticed her, from afar.

She was enraged, with dreadful eyes,
Murmured words I didn't hear
A cluster of sunken syllables
Rose a song too hard to bear.

Forgiveness, O Damsel of Violet
Release me from these cries
Let me sing a song so dear
For those hazel eyes.

Trust me O Wrathful maiden,
No harm was ever planned.
Yet here I stand, entranced by you,
Still spellbound where I stand.

In Time
To be understood, that’s all I needed.
To be touched, not just skin-deep but soul deep.
But I was never truly seen.

My eyes dulled hollowed.
Yours… gone.
I watched from behind invisible bars
As you kept living.

A hollow man, buried in memories.
Stuck in the past,
Convicted by what I did,
By what we were,
By your love, your promises.

And I still wonder…
Did God turn His face from me?
Did your eyes ever really care?
Was I just a stepping stone on your cruel little journey?

“I love you,” I whispered,
Heart still waiting for you to come home.
Mind frozen in time,
A relic waiting to be remembered.

You’re so beautiful. And you know it, don’t you?
Your capable hands holding my heart in their grip
Squeezing it tight with each glance my way

And maybe I don’t love you as deeply as love means;
Maybe this is nothing but a fading crush
But I wish I saw you more often, saw the glitter of those chocolate eyes
And the feeling of your coat’s leather under my fingers
I wish you came more, because most of all
I just want to be your friend.

I loved you the first time
I loved you the last time
Mon amour, your eyes, like a peacock feather kissed by the sun, glancing between emerald and sapphire, as if nature blessed your eyes with petrichor and the scent of endless blue.

Hair like wheat fields, a lion's mane swirled with amber and gold.
Curls soft and elegant
Unadorned but intricate

You stood with peau beige skin
Warm but yet so cold and unsure
It glimmers in the sun, ivory white
Unbleached, untouched.

You werent just perfect, your heart was as kind as the first rain after a drought, gentle, soaking into the cracks.
Love soft, kind, Agape and selfless.
All the things you do, the ways you move, they send me straight to heaven.

I want to look into your gentle eyes
And drown in them for days and nights at all!
I miss your eyes, where spring lies close.
I'm sad for them, I'm melancholy whole.

My body's darted with a shiver all at once,
When I begin to think of your strong hands.
I know, you'll never come again, my loving
And I will have only my deepest sense.

I miss your chiselled and your noble profile,
Your captivating and so sensual lips.
I wish I could hand back again even on one day
Your blessed soft voice, just though in my sleeps.

There was red, and there was blue.
Can’t forget orange, yellow, and purple too.
There’s one missing,
So vibrant and bright—
It’s the color of life,
Reminds me of something pure.
It’s the cure to sadness,
My true happiness.
It’s imprinted in my brain;
I’ll never forget the color’s shade.
It’s his eyes—
My forever and true light.

"Why do you treat me right?
talking late in the night
staring in your pretty eyes
you're so pretty, that I might
might pull up a fight
the stars above shine oh so bright
yet, I only see you far in sight
why?"