Those Eyes Poem by Patti Masterman

One eye weeps, while the other exults,
In the most gentle way, one could ever indulge;
One eye pierce my soul, with humble bravado,
As the other eye blinks in my heart, it's abode.

Your eyes tell me tales, that I can't even fathom,
They whisper and point, as I turn round perplexed;
Your eyes are my fate, and together, they token
Your eyes are not slave, to the fact of your sex.

If I subtract those two eyes, from the sum of that face,
They can still speak my name, and draw sighs from my lips;
Those eyes send me forth, on rare travels the globe;
And then welcome me home on return, from their trips.