Sometimes, eyes speak
When lips don’t.
Words might be platonic
While eyes convey more.
A passing sighting of
Mischievous sparkle
Might dust speculations
Meaning much more.
Sometimes, eyes flirt
As they want,
Asking the muse
Answers shied from evermore.
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Right on Mia. I believe eyes being the windows to our souls speak all the time. Hence they catch the moments you described. Thanks for sharing.
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Glad you enjoyed my poem, Terry. Eyes are indeed windows to our souls. Thank you so much for stopping by to support. 😊
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Your poem speaks of how glances can express a desire or a romantic intention that words dare not say.
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Yes, it does. Thanks for commenting.
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Thank you for sharing this captivating piece.
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My pleasure. Thank you for appreciating.
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If eyes gleam in the MoonLight and darkness is feeling like home… then where exactly does the heart live—inside the shadows, or outside them where it’s afraid to go? 🌀🤔
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Good one, Chuckster!
I think, it stays in the shadows till it feels ready to step out, only to discover the light actually feels good. That’s how love leads, right? Gently, till we are not afraid anymore. 😊
Thank you so much for commenting & making me think.
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