There was a coldness in her eyes,
though all her words were flowing freely.
'I love you so and never will
abandon you or let you go.'
But eyes don't lie
and even closed
will tell the sad
and redneck truth
you always know.
One hundred words
one thousand roses
did not persuade
did not arrive
within the yard
of my own soul.
Your eyes
did tell,
though quite unseen,
the goddamn truth
it was the end
for you
as well
as -damn- for me.
I like this poem herbert is has somrthing, i kept coming back maybe there is something i've seen before, in my own lifetime Warm regards allan
I love Maya Angelou's crisp cracker: 'If that's the sort of person you are, that's not the sort of person I want to be around..' End of story! Yours - well told.
This is excellent, Herbert. Very compelling and flows beautifully. Chrissie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
personally i find eyes are very good at lying too...however..i enjoyed the poem