Windows To Your Soul | Early Poems Poem by Ana Maria Alma Delafuente

Your eyes are branded in my mind,
Their smile, upon my heart.
I see you before me my love.

Though we live in different worlds,
I am gazing into those pools which cause exquisite pain.
I am swimming through boundless blacks and greens and browns;
I am flying through your stars.

Whether I am in the right or the left, I do not know,
But I do know I am lost somewhere in the iris.

You kill me with your love,
It so brightly shines from the windows to your soul;
I am going blind.

Do not take those eyes from me my love.
Do not draw the shades.
Even if I try to run from you,
Do not let me go.
You must chase me down and melt me again and again.
Look into my eyes and force me to see your soul.
Then you will have me my love; then I can never leave you.