Eyes Poem by Madeline Fazio
Eyes
If the eyes are the windows to the soul
Why can't you see the anguish
with each glance that passes your way
The longing and confusion that I send to you
With every stolen moment
And why can't I read what you are giving out
You signals are so crossed
I never know what you are thinking
What is it that you want?
Madeline, it sounds like his blinds are down. Good write, I could feel your confusion and frustration... well done! ! Brian
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8/7/2026 7:29:29 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Strong questioning. Are eyes really the windows to the soul. Then how does so much: emotion, frustration, confusion - escape undetected? ? keep on, sjg