My eyes are open but I do not see,
details slip and slide and elude me,
outer appearance is not important,
skin deep beauty is irrelevant.
I can tell you about a person’s mood,
and if his intent is bad or good,
I know if he’s willing to go great lengths,
I am aware of his foibles and strengths.
What is inside excites and intrigues me,
remove the wrapping paper to see,
is he a person to treasure and keep,
or perhaps I’ve uncovered a creep.
Discerning what’s true and fake takes its toll,
but eyes do indeed reflect the soul,
penetrate his eyes to his very core,
you will find what you are looking for.
Time is Flying By
2 days ago
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