Bridled Passions Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring

Is an eye a mere distraction
to the souls bound by heavens' call?
When their eyes met, did others notice
that their souls have warred, yet their hearts united?

Bridled passions unbridled, but the feeling's never wanted.
From her eyes to his own
was I the only one to notice
the eternal words were uttered
yet those words were never said?

When he looked away from her
was I the only one to wonder
why those words were never uttered,
why the tears were never shed?

Unbridled passions bridled, for the feeling's never wanted.
Still, the melodies of the memory play on and on,
and only elements of heavens know when
their eyes would meet again.


22 June 2010