Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Brown Eyes Whispering [Poem]


When her brown eyes whisper, “I love you” 
and her cheeks redden in my presence, 
My blue eyes are spellbound.

Her face is both innocent and mature, 
merging the instinctively heart-capturing softness of a little girl 
with the life-loving radiance of a young woman.

Around her I have felt both young and old - 
nourished by her warm presence, her affection watering my roots, 
as well as my delightful duty to protect her , my benevolence enveloping like a sky. 

Her voice is soothing like a message,
as sweet as honey in a liquorice tea, 
as comforting as a gently moving cloud. 

Her passion-dipped words are verses of masterful poetry,
verses written in our hearts but not on paper - 
some words are too precious to be written down.

Conversing with her is an encounter between my heart-of-hearts and hers.
We go delving into the hidden regions of our soul-caverns,
discovering mysteries shared with no one else. 

Her hand is an invitation to adventure,
and oft have we been swept up in the gales of our enthusiasms,
to gallivant in the towns and in the woods.

And in those edenic mornings, 
before the day is corrupted with time, 
we have said, "your embrace is my oasis".