His Eyes

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    His Eyes
    He used to look at me
    With lustful eyes
    Eyes that shone so bright
    Eyes so blue
    They hypnotized my mind
    I was once able to read them
    Today I fear them
    I look into his eyes
    And everything is gone
    The passion seems
    To be lost with time
    It hurts and I cry
    The way he looks at me
    With no passion in his gaze
    I look into his eyes
    And I see the blueness
    Of the lonely ocean
    Without a single wave
    The life drained from them
    Without a trace
    No sign of what they used to be
    No stories do they tell
    No secrets do the hold
    When I look into his eyes
    No passion do I find
    There is no trace
    Of the man I used to know
    Only the stranger they now behold

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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