What mysteries lie behind your brown eyes?Whether deliberate or not, I cannot tellYour gaze gives little awayThough not of your mind where secrets dwell
I too often wish I could read your ruminationsTo see every feeling, every thought you conjureDo you hide or hesitate or neither?Where do you go when you start to ponder?
How do I ask you to tell me what you want?A longer kiss, a softer embrace…I hear your heartbeat quicken at my touchYet I see no reaction in your face.
Tell me what I have to do to capture your heartHow do I break through that stoic stare?Let those barriers down and let me inShare with me each moment of delight and despair
I wish to hear what I am to youWhat is it you do not say or show?For though there are times I think I understandI’m reminded of how little of you I know.
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
You Give Nothing Away
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