Those Eyes Poem by Christian Crisostomo

My heart had stopped beating for quite a long time
And had been buried deeply for merely ten times;
My tears were continuously falling to my knees,
but I can't find something just to make it ease.

My so called poetic-heart had stopped writing for some time,
and had been sealed in this vacuum of infinite silence;
where my soul can't find a single reason to exist,
but when I saw those eyes of yours, everything had changed:

Your eyes, your angelic eyes, those wonderful eyes,
They save me from certain darkness that I've been though;
Those eyes of yours were everything to me,
you were everything I see, I feel, I hear, and touch.

Your eyes were my reasons why I lifted this pen and write this poem;
I'll never run out of words to say since those eyes,
and if I run out of ink,
I'll use my blood for the sake of those eyes.

Those eyes were the stars that shine
and shiver in the center of my universe;
they gave me the sweetest stare ever,
that's why I will long for those eyes, forever!

When I cannot look at your eyes,
I look at the stars in the shimmering night,
so that I can feel you and hear your voice;
they make me feel we're together, until this time is over.

Every time I wake up in the cold morning,
I always think of those eyes, I always think of your soul,
because they remind me that I'm alive, breathing, and existing.
I JUST THINK OF YOU THEN I EXIST!

Christian P. Crisostomo