We make eye contact,
My heart stops.
Why must you do this to me?
Why must you put me in a trance,
Every time I see your eyes.
I can never get enough of them,
The color,
The emotion,
The life behind them,
Your soul.
I see it all in your eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from the Soul
PoetryJust poetry written by yours truly. There is a little bit of everything here.
