Your Glance Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Your pretty eyes sparkle my fire,
when they look at me, those two stars;
one dart from your castle wounds me,
your hands hold a bow of a goddess.

Your eyes lit me, in winter and summer,
they are the very reason I live, my Lady,
you are my water, air, sun and joy,
in morning, evening, night and noon.

When your glance directs and stares at me,
it consumes the whole darkness in my heart,
because of your eyes other people envy me
since they don't love, but melt their candle.
Looking at me, your eyes keep me alive
also our kisses, so desired by you and me.


© JosephJosephides