Cynthia BuhainBaello Poems
The Eyes Are Windows
The eyes are windows of the heart
Wherein transparency will show
A myriad feelings to impart
From where in sadness, tears do flow.
The eyes will say contents of heart
The speech two lovers freely speak,
For Silence eloquently starts
Romance in muted communique.
The eyes are windows of all cares,
Display the sad and wearied soul;
Distant looks and empty stares
Reveal a man who is not whole.
His weak attempts to somehow hide
What's clearly felt and seen-
Will showcase all the stuff inside
Deep secrets of where love had ...
We're proud of things we're in control
Relaxed, at ease with daily cares.
We rule ourselves, no fear at all
As we juggle desires and money affairs.
We are not fazed by things that unnerve,
As long as these do not hit us home.
The wayward ones get what they deserve,
We send the needy where they come from.