To love is something beautiful, but when someone plays with it, it can be ugly. He or she may say it to you all the time. He or she can have an honest face while saying it, but could just say it because they know that’s what you want to hear. Let me explain.
His eyes were honest eyes,
His smile was convincing,
His lips when they touch mine,
made my body burn instantly.
Being with him made my hear
fill with joy,
When he told me he loved me,
I didn’t know he thought of me as a toy.
On and off for four long years
my love for him got stronger,
The sight of him made my body
hunger.
That special night we made love
well that’s what I took it to be,
Caressing my body giving me
a new identity.
All the things he did and said were lies,
You know I found out he didn’t have honest eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Judy, Honest Eyes my favorite piece thus far It is all in the eyes you are right Peter