A foreword (because I can in a blog). I write a lot of poetry about relationship - I write a lot about relationship; about people. I love that I can write poetry about people I've just met, or people I've known a while, and I love that I can blend the two, sometimes to write about a concept, though you wouldn't know it. This is about two and so, I suppose, a concept in a way.
There is a peace
in your eyes
that to my weary soul
satisfies.
In one glance they promise
- though you don't know -
to never my heart
bruise or abuse,
and never let its heaviness grow.
It's not in their color
or shape,
but in the character that there reflects;
reveals,
and how it affects
when mine your gaze intersects,
there calm and invigoration collide;
understanding and clarity subside.
So pardon my nervous silence rare,
imparted by the magnificence of your stare.
