| Pleasures of these Eyes
I am all out of prose Having bled for you my last poem Each drop a silent word unwritten unheard The thorn of the rose pricked my heart knows In the verse of being alone The pleasures of these eyes in her eyes The pleasures of these eyes in her disguise The pleasures of these eyes to criticize The pleasures of these eyes to demise I have spent too much time Wondering where do the angels go Love cuts a million ways in blacks and grays Except for the hurtful crime in fulfilling rhyme More in me than you will ever know The pleasures of these eyes never too wise The pleasures of these eyes never to despise The pleasures of these eyes filled with cries The pleasures of these eyes filled with lies I am all out of prose All in the way of destiny But it is all in your eyes once I realize The gaze arose so much now in faraway froze That they still affect me The pleasures of these eyes in no more whys The pleasures of these eyes in no more goodbyes The pleasures of these eyes in no more sighs The pleasures of these eyes when love dies JRR April 2, 2006 |
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