If the eyes are the windows to the soul
Why can't you see the anguish
with each glance that passes your way
The longing and confusion that I send to you
With every stolen moment
And why can't I read what you are giving out
You signals are so crossed
I never know what you are thinking
What is it that you want?
Madeline, it sounds like his blinds are down. Good write, I could feel your confusion and frustration... well done! ! Brian
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Strong questioning. Are eyes really the windows to the soul. Then how does so much: emotion, frustration, confusion - escape undetected? ? keep on, sjg