Poems for the Pained

Ode To Her

The ocean may be vast,
It's waves crash and create a symphony of sound.
It's gentle laps like an orchestra
Colliding constantly with the millions of grains of sand laying atop the earth.
But that earth, the soil that lays beneath it,
Supports the entire world.
Inside of it we plant seeds,
The seeds to feed a nation.
But the deep eyes in which I am lost,
Hold the seeds of romance.
Her eyes hold the seeds of my being,
They consume me and before long I vanish inside of them.
It is easier to be pulled deep into pits of mud than to be stolen by a current.
Her chocolate eyes hide her mind,
Behind her sockets her hands clasp around my heart.
For I, a boy not so easily entranced, have fallen for this mersmerizing brown-eyed beauty.