Your Eyes Poem by Trinidad Villafranca

They read me like a book
They warm my heart
Your eyes oh your sweet eyes
They use to be as beautiful to me as
Life it's self,
a sweet melody,
A bright sunrise,
They were so beautiful and full of life but,
they changed they where once something
I looked forward to. Now they are black
as night as cold as winter and full of lies and
pain they haunt my dreams. They are a hot
flame. Your eyes they are and use to be
something special to me.