Eyes

 

Your eyes pierce my heart -

That teeny squint and the slight turn of your lips,

And the way you sometimes hold your chin in your fingers,

While you pretend to listen to me…

I know you’re actually studying my face,

Making a memory.

 

What thoughts are you thinking

in that beautiful head of yours?

You speak so little and hear so much!

Although my words seem to matter less than my voice

But my oh my, your eyes -

Your eyes belie you as such.