When together
her eyes
would plead
a soft lullaby.
A yearning glance
pupils widening
in passionate
embrace.
When eyes would speak
could I only listen.
Nothing might
please me more
than eyes
let me
touch your soul.
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Tag: soul
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When Eyes
Posted at 12:38 am , on January 30, 2023
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This Story
Posted at 11:47 pm , on January 4, 2023
I’ve told it before
a heart misguided
lost in fortune
criss crossed horizon.
We live inside our soul
always wondering
hoping
ours might be found.
She spoke to me,
I answered
and together
with each other,
we did travel
to places unimagined.
We held each other close
always wondering,
never enough we thought,
never enough.
Though life might seem
unforsaken,
there is that guide,
how we breathe,
takes us to that new
state of mind,
the one always
in the back of my mind.
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I’ll Wait For You
Posted at 11:16 am , on December 31, 2022
I suppose it’s in my head
most of the time,
thinking you might do the same,
waiting for each other.
I think about all those days,
we didn’t have to ask
we just knew
we wanted it to happen.
One day we stood in a courtyard,
windows around us,
we created our own romantic interlude,
the thought of eyes upon us.
I remember you
the quiet moments,
our shared intimacy,
our designs filled with passion.
I’ll wait for you
if time is forever,
I’ll know deep in my heart
we share each other’s soul.
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When Souls Speak
Posted at 10:42 am , on December 21, 2022
I can feel you out there,
ourselves,
walking together,
enjoying a snowfall,
a spirited stroll,
feeling her cheeks warm,
against my own,
the winter I see grow.
I love watching the snowfall.
Imagine you doing the same
from a window
not so far away
close enough to
feel in each other’s presence
to know
we cannot disappear
if we let ourselves
remain in love.
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Moon Moments
Posted at 12:32 pm , on October 18, 2022
All that remain,
these shadows
cast upon a soul
that spirit we feel
we reach and touch
when lost in love,
that is our safe zone
a remind,
a quiet walk
a stroll in summer time
continues through
the turning leaves
that autumn of our lives.
We remember,
have a quiet embrace
in the sweet solace
of our own
alone time.
Its moon moments
we learned to love
under the light
the midnight sun
shone upon our bleeding hearts
reminds us tears in our soul.
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She Walked Inside His Soul
Posted at 11:36 am , on October 8, 2022
Opened a door
and there she stood
just like before
she hadn’t changed.
His wonder in silence
if he might, could,
his heart now chance
their lives rearranged.
He did say hello
smiled as she would
could she see him glow,
in this brief exchange.
He felt in his soul a pang
His heart in hers did hang.
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A Different Place
Posted at 10:44 am , on September 9, 2022
He found himself alone
sipping coffee
a quiet around him,
a ceiling fan
a coffeemaker
sweet thunder outside
rain pellets on window sills.
He could feel silence
with every breath,
he would exhale pain
inhale beauty and love,
He could feel her soul
today
in the quiet,
his heart would yearn
solitude in solace.
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This Quiet Moment
Posted at 11:28 pm , on September 8, 2022
Its sound is silence
only solemn reflection.
When did we chance
an elementary solution.
We aged apart,
only remember
when soul and heart
as one, does linger.
I feel my breath
a soft escape,
think about death
ahead our landscape.
We found a journey
children might read,
this once a fantasy
no longer a seed.
Fruition is valid
if felt a legacy,
only now the torrid
remains our irony.
Would seem we let
love become our quiet.
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When Fear Speaks
Posted at 1:09 am , on August 14, 2022
Late night tension
drives the soul
to feel the fear
of psychic energy.
What matters only
is love,
but yet lost
is passion.
Where does the heart
feel the least pain
when chain links
surround the body,
imaginary torture
of the mind.
Speaking of
that moment
before a tear,
we laid loose
our opportunity
to quiet our fear.
That golden child
will not wane
when civility seems
profane,
that fear would
respond inside
a spoken
atmosphere.
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Hold My Heart In Your Hands
Posted at 12:19 pm , on April 12, 2022
Though distance winds her away
he would always know a way
might he bring her back
hold onto what he does lack.
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He spent a fortune on emotion,
wanting only her quiet passion
though time did otherwise
his love for her seems no longer wise.
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Today, while the rains begin to fall
he knows all of this love a pall
when two people cannot really know
the truth behind an elegant glow.
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We cannot ever decide our whole
when life begins and captures our soul.
© Scott F Savage 4/2022
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