Eyes Poem by Martin Greyford

The look on his face
When he saw me crying
Is a look I would never forget.
As if he was feeling my pain of being humiliated.

The way he looked me up and down
Acknowledging the fact that I was crying.
The one person he will ever love was crying.
I couldn't really understand his eyes.

They were saying so many things.
Love for me being in the
same space as him.

Anger for seeing his love
crying by the doings of others.
Guilt for not being there
In time for whatever happened.

And finally the emotion that
puzzles me is his happiness,
His hazel brown eyes tell that;

The happiness I am seeing is
For the fact that he is the only
One that can kiss me,
Like nobody else does.

That he is the only person that
Can kiss my painful tears away.
And that he can hug my
Sorrow out of my own body,
And into his
In order to feel the pain
That I am feeling