My eyes sing to my soul in seeing her face.
By Andrew Moravick
My eyes sing to my soul in seeing her face.
Words well up within me wanting to be written.
My heart flutters, pounding at a furious pace.
To brilliance I’m inspired, yet stupefied and smitten.
My mind begs logic, her I barely know.
Foolish infatuation I fear it could be,
Yet what evidence have I to show,
That it’s not with my heart that I see.
My soul smiles hearing the song of my eyes,
Ignoring the paranoid pleads of my mind,
Trusting the telling of my heart free of lies,
Believing boldly that in her truth I will find.
Love at first sight, such a preposterous proposition,
When love is ever present even before recognition.
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