Reserve Poem by Rosa Linger

Why do girls
See first the eyes
Though eyes are first
In line of sight
There might be rhyme
Behind that quirk.

For me with you
Those pools are veiled
Unfathomed green
Not blue but true
So full of light
They blink polite
Shifting what dark may be...

I'll stare right back
And seek what's there
I want to know
There's more to you
But eyes tell I
If more, I too.

What must you show?
How do I draw
A line to my flaws
But not flaunting who
I think I am
Can I trust you
To draw in time?
I'll fake some patience until then...