your eyes
i think that's what i love the most about you
no, i know
your pure obsidian eyes
when you are happy
they'd glimmer
with an ethereal shine.
i have never seen you cry
and i don't want to.
i don't know how they would look like
when you cry
i guess i will never know
i never want you to cry
not even for the happy reasons.
but i have seen you upset
the look in your eyes
when you are upset
is one i never want to see
ever again.
and if you look closely
there are brown swirls
you say you get them from your mother
and the blue swirls are from your father.
i have never seen them blue swirls
i would love to see them
someday, one day.
you don't express your emotions easily
but your eyes seem to have a mind of their own.
without your permission,
they speak a lot
about you
your emotions
your feelings
the voice of your eyes
they are deeper than the deepest of oceans
louder than the loudest of thunders
you never hear them
you never read them
no one ever does
i do.
will you let me read them?
will you let me listen to them
for hours on end?
it's all in the eyes, they say
always.
and i?
i want your all.
YOU ARE READING
whoever loves the sun
Poetry"whoever loves the sun" is a short poetry collection written over time. most of the pieces here address issues that were inspired by true life events. e. e. cummings says, "the poems to come are for you and for me and not for most people." in the en...
