I’ve Been Listening to Your Eyes
"The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter – often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter – in the eye,"
from the novel "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Brontë
You might think I don’t see you.
When you are around, I feel so shy.
But you need to know I DO see you
though I glance away when you look me in the eye.
You are popular, good-looking, smart and fun.
Every girl I know must dream of you,
but do they really know you deep down
the way I believe I do?
Your beautiful eyes -chocolate satin brown -
smile at everyone, but is that all for real?
From the shadows, I am hearing what your sweet eyes speak.
There is something I think you’re wanting to conceal.
A sadness, smaller than a tiny teardrop,
hides inside the depths of those eyes that mesmerize.
Although warm as honey, they’re hiding something buried.
I know, for I’ve been listening to your eyes.
You could have anyone, yet you often look my way
every time you happen to be near.
I see you, and the hurt you carry I can also see.
Please open your heart to me, for your secret hurt I hear.
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