Friday, 2 March 2012

Love

Love

Eyes open
Eyes shut
An image, a face
Shining with unseen grace.

A smile, a whisper
Your beaming gaze
A window to my soul

I see death and famine
And kings and queens
I see wars for peace and unending days.

Eyes meet, souls flare
And step into this happy snare.
The best of me, I see in you.
The worst of you, I see in me.
But still I wonder: what do you see?

By Fraser Miller

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