His eyes, they are the key to
his tormented soul.
Try as he might his eyes always
give away the truth in a deceptive
situation.
He tries to hide his feelings with
his tough skin and reputation, but
once again the eyes tell the real story.
I’m the only one who sees it,
I’m the only one who knows how to read it,
I’m also the one he pushed away.
But deep within his eyes I know that’s
not what he really wants. So I will wait
for the day to look in his eyes, his soul once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem