Yr beauty is obsuring my consciousness
I cannot think of anything else
Others don't matter when I look
Into those eyes
For yr soul, I see is pure
And that's what I want
Every night when my eyes are closed
I can only see you with those baby blues
Covered under glass; I wish to remove it
And wipe the tears that is inside
But when my eyes aren't closed
Yr eyes have disappeared with a click
Of the light
And then, the loneliness begins
Your poem is sad and touching and very nicely written, LeeAnn.
Your heart wrenching poem soulfully expresses the tragic results of blind love and the loneliness that envelops it. I so much empathize with you, LeeAnn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this Anderson-804 poem...it bears poignantly poignant undertone.5 stars