What You Wanted to See

I have eyes that know without pretension.

They know more than what my ears tell my brain

and they know more than what my mouth conveys,

but you can tell they know; you’re sure of it.

 

And if my eyes know (as you’re sure they do)

it is because my chest swells with the warmth

of an empathetic heart which informs

my gaze of how long to linger on yours.

 

You get caught by my ingenuous knowing,

and by the recognition of your truths

in my eyes, because you never presumed

they could be found outside of yourself - but

 

now you start to fear my eyes know only

how to reflect what you wanted to see.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

It's not quite a Shakespearean sonnet, but it's as close as I get.

Reviews

[Aphy!]

Very nice read and good formatting. Your usage of words is amazing and very skillful! Keep it up!

[Elizabeth Kilbride]

Thank you!! That is very kind of you and wonderful to hear.