17 year old male writing mediocre, if that, poetry. I prefer to read the likes of Dante to say.. F.R. Scott. But have enough respect to not attempt the Terza rima style.)
Her Eyes
Her blue eyes stared deep,
penetrating straight to my heart,
then searching me from head to feet,
I wish never for our eyes to part.
Her eyes set me on fire,
so intense was her look,
that it lifted my desire,
so that words, I could not brook.
For the words died on my tongue,
just one look in her eyes,
and wide my heart is flung,
for beauty never dies.
(8th July 2011)