A glance up into the eyes
of a person unknown
tells all:
the understanding of the unloved,
the understanding that comes with bitter experience,
pain, lonliness, hurt-
the questions meaning more than the voice ever would.
And yet...
in the eyes of a person unknown it can be seen:
a hope, intense as the sun burns,
waiting for the moment they would be
worth waiting for,
hoping and praying and fighting and
losing and picking themselves up again and
retaining the belief they were worth loving no matter what
until
The eyes of a person unknown
become known and treasured
for exactly what they're worth.
This is a person's true beauty,
the kind that won't decay,
the kind that lasts forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem