In My Eyes
In my eyes
You would see traces of wickedness
Outlines of solitariness
Amber flames of passion unleashed
In my eyes
You would see a salty sea
The waves would be dreadful
The black water inviting
In my eyes
You would see a haunting
Sinfully dark and foul
Many look away in fear
In my eyes
You would see a raging fire
Ablaze with stifled passion
Awaiting your tempting touch
In my eyes
If you look in them deeply
And not through them
You would see a promise of forever.
Copyright © 08-23-2007 Kristin Roth-Davis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inveterating read, Miss Kris! Vivid imagework, and a myriad display of passion and emotional accord & discord...Excellent delivery...smooth, crisp crafting...Another Grand Slam, my dear! Frankster/FjR