Her eyes, they danced,
Graciously and willingly,
Like the bloom of a flower,
The fall of the rain.
Hey eyes, they cried,
Gently but softly,
Like the freedom she desired,
The sadness the encountered.
Her eyes, they loved,
Powerfully, longingly,
Like the novels she cherished,
The impossible made possible.
Hey eyes, they saw,
Wisely, profoundly,
Like an old mans tale,
Beautifully real.
Hey eyes, her eyes..
Callum Witts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-eyes-51/
