Her eyes grey/blue and like the sea
they change according to her mood
Sometimes the sparkle wickedly
at other times they seem to brood
The windows of the soul they say.
Her eyes certainly speak to me,
I can interpret in my way
their messages so easily.
Sometimes they signal keep away
I need a little time and space.
At other times it’s come and play.
Now is the time this is the place.
I pay attention to her eyes
take note of what they’re telling me
but still she takes me by surprise
when her mood changes suddenly.
She understands I’m just a man
and cannot be expected to
think in the way a woman can.
That’s something which no man can do.
Most women are not logical
and think in circularities.
Men are more mathematical
and therefore easier to please.
When women want to please their men
They let them think their in control
it fools them time and time again.
To think they play the leading role
But all men are not simple fools
a few are wise enough to see.
That women simply change the rules
When they think it’s necessary.
We’re not supposed to understand
but love them unconditionally.
Wise men respond to this demand
by showing love demonstrably.
It is the little things which count
The present she did not expect.
These small attentions soon amount
to evidence she can accept.
as proving that you love her still
despite her changeability
and even more you always will.
A firm rock solid certainty.
7-Feb-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fun read with so much man/woman truth. Thank you and my best regards to Irene.