Tuesday, December 27, 2016
At the touch of Love, everyone becomes a poet..
Of all the things, though,
What I cannot seem to forget is your eyes,
Your eyes, Oh! How vividly I remember,
The way you all coiled up,
When I looked deep into them,
And you called it a “stare”.
Your eyes, where I could just look,
And get lost forever,
A doorway to a Light they are,
A Light that sent you to me,
And thereby sent His Love,
Your eyes, I know why I love them so much,
For they are,
A doorway to a place beyond right and wrong,
The place where we are one!
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