An eye for an eye...

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul...

But what soul are they talking about?

When I bear my soul

Does it roll like tears down my face?

Or can you see another's soul in my eyes.

 

I've been told lately that my eyes are sparkling,

Is it because I'm full of life?

Can you see the life...

The person in my heart?

 

Can you see the world the way I see it?

People are smiling at me more than usual.

Is It because they know what's in my soul is real,

Is it overflowing and radiating from me?

 

I'm not sure.

But I do know that when I look at him-

I can see his past, our now, and what he can be.

I can see the man he was, the man he is with me,

And the wonders of what he can do as time passes.

 

I can see excitement, wonderment and annoyance.

I know when he is tired,

When he's serious,

And when he's calm.

 

When I look at him I have an overwhelming feeling

That everything will be ok.

It erases my fear and replaces it with certainty.

I cling to the vision of what i see when i look at him. 

 

It is my constant,

An unchanging variable

In an equation that equals my happiness.  

Author's Note

It's not made of glass so bash away...

Reviews

There is a distinct change in tone after the first three stanzas. The first part is somewhat philosophical, but then you move on to a more romantic style talking about how you can "his" qualities and emotions. The general idea seems to be "I don't really know what the soul is, but I can see it in "his" eyes", but that was sort of lost in the delivery. After the first few lines you don't really go back to the concept of eyes and souls, so the idea just seems to have been dropped. Even a mention of looking into "his" eyes to see these things would satisfy me on that.

[Craig]

I really liked you poem. Thanks for sharing..