Southern Vixen's blog: "Poetry"



Your Eyes

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul

The truth can always be seen I’ve been told.

But no one has eyes so expressive and bold

As he whom the strings of my heart does hold.

Your eyes are so beautiful; your eyes are so filled

With all the emotions and love that you give

Your eyes tell your story, they tell it quite well

Of a boy who is so perceptive, unassuming, and stealth.

They tell of the hurt, they show us the pain

That life has bestowed upon you, such a shame

For your life should be perfect and right

Not filled with the anguish you valiantly fight.

Your eyes tell of loneliness

Your eyes tell of grief

Your eyes so expressive

Of the pain that runs deep.

My hope is that one day your eyes will be full

Of excitement and wonder only true love can fuel.

For I wish you passion and happiness despite

All the things in your world not flawlessly right.

For if anyone deserves happiness

Darling it’s you

The world is your oyster

The pearl shiny and new.

Behind Blue Eyes

Behind blue eyes you can’t see the pain

Of love gone wrong and heartache

Memories of you drive me insane

Especially at night lying in bed awake.

Behind blue eyes are tears waiting to be shed

For all the things lost and unable to reclaim

The thoughts of you are constantly in my head

Things that were and how we’ll never be the same

Behind blue eyes is the love we shared

And the hope of a love that can again be

When the healing is done and hearts are bared

The tears will dry just wait and see.

How Do You Know

How do you know when you are in love

Is it the way you feel when he kisses you

His lips soft; the kiss urgent yet gentle like a dove

Or the way each day with him is new

And stolen moments with him seem too few

Is it the comfort he conveys in his words

Making you feel shielded and loved

The way they wrap around and protect you like swords

Keeping you warm and fitting like a glove

You can feel the promise of love

Is it the look in your eyes as you adoringly stare

The gentle way you stroke his cheek

The way you brush from his eyes stray hair

Or the way with a glance he makes your legs grow weak

And your voice grow shaky when you try to speak

Is it the way your mind is always on him

How to thoughts him subconsciously you always seem to roam

How he’s never out of your thoughts, making your head swim

The way you daydream of maybe sharing a home

Or writing your feelings in a poem

When My Life Comes to Its End

I’ve loved you so completely

I’ve loved you unconditionally

And when my life comes to its end

I hope you will be there my friend.

I hope you’ll be there at my last breath

And hold my hand at time of death

Please watch my essence on its way

From this life into the fade.

I’ll always be right by your side

Always and forever just like a bride

Even though I’ll just be a memory

I hope in your heart I’ll always be.

Fault

When I tell you that I was distraught

Over things about which we fought

I never meant to assign a fault

It takes two to tango I’ve been taught

I know responsibility you always take

For my tears and resulting heartache

And I’m a martyr as you’ve expressed

Two peas in a pod we are at best

It’s obvious a pair we two make

We’re so much alike for our own sake

I understand you and you understand me

So from fault we cannot flee

For conflict comes from participation

By both parties in syncopation

So this burden we’ll place in a vault

And no one will assign to it fault.