What's in a look?
Because I'd really like to understand
Why your eyes stab me in the heart
With a longing that can only be described as poetic
And your half-smile . . .
Thinning your (oh so kissable) lips
Conveying desire that my lips might touch your own
With a silent acquiesence why this cannot be
Your beautiful eyes
Touch me with sorrow
Deep and timeless as a black hole
Reaching across space and time
Allowing you to touch me in spite of physical limitations
In that look I know love
But no ordinary love can be seen so completely
In only a look
This must be the love of kings
A love that cannot be kept
No matter how deeply shared
Its needs must with and surely die
Should it not remain free to grow
What's in a look?
All this and more
As I watch you walk away.
Beutifull :)
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