Love Poem: His Eyes
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Written by: Andrea Dietrich

His Eyes

How blonde he was! How smooth was his veneer! My poor heart raced whenever he was near. He was a wizard! His blue crystal eyes, if fixed on mine, would surely hypnotize! Did I turn crimson when he gazed on me those first few times before obscurity became my lot? How many months I pined for something sweet I wished with him to find! He’d wanted me! That was no masquerade. Yet later, no attention was I paid. He grew aloof and turned his face away, while not opaque, my heart before him lay. HIS heart was ebony and hard as coal. I had to suture mine because my soul felt close to death. Years passed. . . I chanced to see him, but his eyes, cold glass, sliced right through me. Dedicated to Chris F.