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Eyes (a poem) ã 1998
By: BJ O’Donnell
You may reach me at:firstname.lastname@example.org
No need for a disclaimer, but you all know whom I am speaking of.
White-hot flames dancing on ice.
They pierce my soul.
One glance and I melt into the depth
of what has no words
yet speaks volumes.
It is all there for me to hear,
I need only look and listen.
Shimmering as soft summer fields blown by the wind.
My heart is lifted.
My soul carried high on the wings of hope.
I melt into and become one with the
purity of innocence and love.
It is all there for me,
I need only choose to fly.