Love Is Looking Into My Eyes
love is looking into my eyes
and i who is so deeply in love
returns gaze with equal gaze
desire seeping like
water in a very dry sponge
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Eyes
As you gaze into my eyes
there is nothing I disguise.
You see desire, nothing more.
You see what love has in store.
As you gaze into my eyes
the only thing you'll realize
will be the love I have for you.
And then what is it you will do?
Close your eyes, shut them tight
or open them and see the sight
that holds you in a lover's spell
and captures the image of how you fell
in love?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Fix Your Gaze
When you hit your note
Its like you had no choice
I cant resist distractions web
When you use that voice
On a crowded stage
I play soliloquy
Im at the center of the earth
When you gaze on me
The familiar ring of the native drums
Sometimes I hardly recognize it
Inspiration comes
With the tip of my mind
Holding back the sea
I have no choice but to prevail
When you gaze on me
Ive got the ghost of a new machine
Where I can find reality routine
Every time you fix your gaze on me
When you gaze on me
I feel a ring of fire
When you gaze on me
And I lose all desire
Fix your heart on me
Ill show you what Ive memorized
Fix your gaze on me
I need to see your eyes [uh - good god!]
Out in the cold the assassin waits
Armored by love no sword can penetrate
Every time you fix your heart on me
Im a new machine
Where I can find reality routine
Every time you fix your gaze on me
song performed by by Utopia
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While I Gaze In Your Eyes
While I gaze in your eyes, cool cerulean blue,
Sifting night, straining stars through morning's sweet dew,
I can fathom the depths of empyreal skies,
Angels fluttering by, riding wild butterflies
While I gaze in your eyes, changing, aqua-blue greening,
I'm sucked into chasms, cascading, careening,
And yield to enticements which meekly disarm,
Seeping virtuous beauty, sad sensuous charm
While I gaze in your eyes, bleeding fiery blue
Ever tempting with treasures, with pleasures for two,
Being caught at the core of a blazing sapphire
Possessing, enthralling, aflame with desire
While I gaze in your eyes, misty emeralds, deep green,
Veiling laughter and banter, and echoes between,
Then I dream, so it seems, in whatever the place,
Of your scent, of your breath, of your radiant face
While I gaze in your eyes, at times placidly blue,
Near' as calm as the weirs in the woods all bedewed,
Forty winks relegate to a shimmering lake,
Gently floating on lilies, while waiting to wake
While I gaze in your eyes, caught engulfed in the greens
And consigning my fate unto verdant ravines,
My reactions, at length, become shyer and shyer
Reminiscent of ravens at risk in the briar
While I gaze in your eyes, restless, hesitant blues
Overwhelming sensations with turbulent hues,
I'm succumbing to waves of a storm battered sea,
Being cast like a plank, never meant to be free
While I gaze in your eyes, shadowed, Midnight Lake green
Glowing hazy with dreams, misty thoughts so serene,
Sudden silence befalls me, a fast sinking stone,
Looming lost in your eyes, I am never alone
While I gaze in your eyes, saddened, lachrymal blue,
Spilling trickles of rain, pearls obscuring your view,
I'll attend to your anguish and feelings morose,
Lightly kissing your tears, touching, holding you close
While I gaze in your eyes, pulsing infinite green
Of the earth and of heaven and all in between,
It is simple to see that my hands can hold all
Of the treasures I find which so humbly enthral
While I gaze in your eyes, when they're bountifully blue,
I'm reminded, love's lightning is granted to few...
While I gaze in your eyes, when they're blindingly green,
I'm reminded, love's lightning cannot be foreseen...
Yet I hope... and I wait...
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Your Gaze Has Always Made A Difference
i wonder why your gaze makes
a lot of difference from all the gazes
i have seen in my lifetime
i look at you. I steal a moment to
look at you. I am not afraid. I am silent
about this gaze. It is true.
Your eyes are different. They speak
They sing a love song.
Not necessarily for me.
But i like it that way. For me.For me?
then you gaze at me. I pretend
I do not understand the language
of your eyelashes. They say,
why are you avoiding me?
Don't you know that my eyes
did not sleep last night because
you were there kissing my lips
in the metaphors dancing
in the ceiling?
I stop thinking. This cannot be.
How are we speaking in the midst
of this crowd without using
a word, or even a syllable?
I walk away. No, this cannot be.
This is strange. This is impossible.
Two gazes speaking a language
of their own. Saying: this is love.
This is desire. And the night is
waiting. It is short. It not demanding
in knowing a true name, or a place, or
a space in the future.
I close my eyes. I open them again.
I walk away. Now, I am tellling myself
I cannot hear you. I am safe.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thats My Desire
(loveday / kresa)
To spend one night with you
In our rendezvous
And reminisce with you
Thats my desire
Oh woa woa woa
To go where gypsies play
Down in some dim cafe
And dance till break of day
Thats my desire
Oh woa woa woa
To sip a little glass of wine
And gaze into your eyes divine
To feel the touch of your lips
Pressing on mine
To hear you whisper low
Just when its time to go
Cheri, I love you so
Thats my desire
Oh woa woa woa
Thats my desire
Oh woa woa woa
Thats my desire
song performed by by Hollies
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Beautiful Eyes
As I gaze deeply into your eyes I cry
Your eyes so stunning for those I would die
Just a simple look back would send me heaven bound
Words need not be said nor the utterance of any sound
No matter what I say nor what I could ever do
Could ever come true to one day hear I love you
You are as the wind can only be felt
Monetary gains can never prove your wealth
Your life is rich even if you don’t see it
Your beautiful smile and your clever wit
Your figure I still desire
Your hips I still admire
Beautiful eyes full of pride
Beautiful eyes my arms will be always open wide
Beautiful eyes I still care
Beautiful eyes forever I will still be there
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Extinct Emotions
skies darken beneath my gaze
and send flicking pain into my soul
hate iches under my skin
with tamed anger scratching
lie's presence sickens me
strengthens my resolve
uncontrollably shivering down my fingers
dripping to the ground
rain seeps through this barrier
and opens up the floodgate to my heart
searching, seeking
finding nothing and returning empty-handed
love had been my fuel
feeding desire's needs
lust barring the right road
sending everything crashing
now hate forces love aside
killed it off its throne
anger bubbling away deep inside
lust breathing deeply
desire dying without its fuel
skies thunder beneath my gaze now
earth weakens beneath my feet
death rules beneath my touch
love is an extinct emotion
and hate begins the threat
poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson
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Thats My Desire
To spend one night with you
In our old rendezvous
And reminisce with you
Thats my desire
To be where gypsies play
Down in that ole cafe
Well dance till break of day
Thats my desire
Well sip a little glass of wine
Ill gaze into your eyes divine
Ill feel the touch of your lips
Pressing on mine
To hear you whisper low
Just when its time to go
Darling, I love you, so
Thats my desire
(instrumental break)
To hear you whisper low
Doggone you know its time to go
Darling, I love you so
Youre my desire
Though you found someone new
Ill always love you
Thats my desire
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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A Kiss of Love
Should I dare to kiss her?
For if I do
I will be damned for the rest of my life.
But if I do not kiss her
I will not be able to breathe.
And my soul will die.
I know her skin is fairer than mine.
And her ocean blue eyes that I swim in forever
Are supposed to be forbidden for me to gaze upon.
But I cannot stop staring into them.
For when I gaze upon her eyes I see her heart.
And my heart cannot help but to fall in love with her.
When we are together I see not a European woman.
And she sees not an African American man.
We only see the person we love.
Now because of our love some may say our souls are damned.
But we both care not. For we love one another and will
Damn ourselves if we deny it.
So we shall seal our love with
a kiss of love.
Your Gaze Is Full Of Ice (Wyatt Sonnet)
I am at war and yet, no fighting has begun:
I have no fear, from me this war did not arise
but when you look at me your gaze is full of ice;
at a time in your eyes was nothing but the sun.
At times we were happy had a lot of fun
and your attitude, your gaze is a big surprise
as if sheer betrayal, is in your soul, in your eyes,
as if something terrible had made you run.
Your gaze makes your feelings altogether plain
but life is not that simple; you left me for another
and now you long to love him; to meet him rather
while you laugh, is somewhat thrilled with my pain.
I wished to have feelings that transcends life,
as at a time you were very dear and my wife.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love Is A Prison
Love has a prison for the deeds and words
That a person produces from food and water.
His gaze is upon the eyes surrounding him,
His love is supreme, beautiful and enticing.
Much is demanded from the incorrupt and virtuous,
Just as deep affection has brought love in entirety;
Benefit please from the love nearby, the love not remote
Or the love of money and fortune.
Such love is unparallel, utmost and extreme, not honest,
Not led into fire and ease.
Rather, the blood flows from the economy
Like the piping of a water company.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Love Yet Hate
How can I love her as much as I do?
Yet hate her just the same.
I love her lips when they kiss me.
Yet I hate her lips when she uses them to criticize me.
I love to gaze into her eyes.
Yet I hate the cold gaze she gives when she's mad at me.
I love the touch of her hand as we stroll along the beach.
Yet I hate the way her hand feels when she slaps my cheek.
Our passion is so strong for one another when love we really love.
Yet when we hate we really hate.
We love yet we hate.
The first love
No night is equal to the first night;
No love is equal to the first love.
The first love and the first night will be
Soft with youth’s dew and hot with youth’s fire.
The first love develops no wrinkles
When bones turn brittle and glands, sapless.
The first love has no age in one’s mind.
The withered one returns to its spring.
It’s in eyes where the first love is born
And in those eyes it would live its life.
Confronted even after decades,
These eyes would bear the same dew and fire.
The conversation of eyes is a form
Of communication that eyes alone
Can translate and to replace it,
No language is yet born anywhere.
The code the pair of twin eyes conveyed
Cannot be decoded by other eyes.
The first love might be an infantile death.
It won’t mar the pleasure of its first birth.
16.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An eye that burns
I love your eyes,
My eyes?
Yes, your radiant dark eyes,
Like the winter snow
With wooing gaze
In glowing ember.
The one at our first night met
A shudder of diagnostically lust symptom.
Into my jerking spine,
To what the med might refer love burst entanglement
Was not i entrapped in the web of your covetous gazes,
That now at this night under where we cleave
Our souls now bound,
By the wounded branches,
Under ease of thrushes carol.
Your eyes was doused,
A moment beyond your infant measure,
A delusional love symptom,
I to my under skin diagnosed a sentence,
A sickness of lasting illusion,
To what eternity must behold.
I love your eyes,
From contours of raiding streets,
To jasmines of fine fragrance,
Beholding a covetous gaze
Under rippled twilight,
Up-ridding my pane in luscious humor,
With eyes of glowing tremor,
To my bosom deeply before embraced.
Your eyes,
To all endear and behold,
Before the hallows at dawn enroll
Coach me to your sensual session
With your luscious sweep of brow,
That eternity might to your infant rise enclave.
All that our passions now engraved
I would again love your eyes,
If till my dying days still aglow,
With wings of chariot faith enclose
To my pensive state acclaim.
That this night,
My last struggling days avail.
I love your eyes because i love you,
I love you because your eyes is of luminous hue.
poem by Folayemi Akande
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With Gentle Kindness
God of all-encompassing
Compassionate eyes,
Gaze softly upon
Your fragile servants
In this delicate life
Where our dreams often vanish
Like rainy summer mist
And our love falls to the ground
Like wounded flower petals,
Where our days are brief
And drenched with inconsolable tears
When the ones we love are ill
And their healing is not within our touch;
Gaze softly and treat us
With gentle kindness.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Gazing Out, Gazing In
Because I am here
anchoring you
to the passionate darkness,
you gaze out the window
at the light.
My love is the thing
that frees you
to follow your eyes,
as your love,
a sword made of moonlight
and blood,
and smelling of sex
and salt marshes,
frees me to gaze
with a calm inward
eye.
In all your frenzied searching
you never stood
calmly at the window.
But now the sea,
the city and the sky
are all seen
as if from a perch
at the edge of the cosmos,
where I sit behind you
gazing
at the fire.
poem by Erica Jong
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First Day I Met You
When I first met you I was a homeless boy until I settled in you heart
My love was locked until you gave me the key
My feelings of any other girl easily washed
Away but just one dropp of your love stained in me
I miss you even when your next to me because I know that
Your going to live me by the end of the day
We have different races but same love
Different faces but same expression
You don't need to emphasis your love to me
Because I love it just the way it is my lips used to be
Hard as rock until you gave me those kisses that made them soft as pork
When I first met you I thought I had already known you
I felt like we have lived a life together but no we just had a
Dream together when I first looked into your eyes I saw
Our future as I looked closer I saw our family living happily
I make you smile every time I gaze into your eyes and you make me
Smile every time you gaze into mine we are still cooking up
Our feature though we already have the recipe which is love forever
We don't need to taste it to see if its good because we can already smell
Our eternal love
I NOTICED ALL THIS ON THE FIRST DAY I MET YOU
poem by Atlay Mwenifumbo
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And They Will
There are some people
who can fit in wherever they go.
They look at everyone
under one gaze,
never separating anyone
because of the colour of their skin
or how much money they have.
As far as they are concerned,
everyone is equal
under the eyes of God.
These people walk through this world
making friends of everyone they meet.
Their thinking is
love thy neighbour
no matter who they are
or what colour they are.
Love them like
a brother or sister
and they will do
the same to thee.
3 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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Like the Wings of Love
To gaze at me is like the wings of love,
And to learn from me is like the muse of peace;
For i am left alone in the garden of love,
And i need you to be around me.
I am well to look at and you are well to look at,
She is well to look at and he is well to look at;
But i have to teach you my duty when the morning comes,
For peace is the muse of my sweet love.
Old age has yet his or her honour and,
To gaze at me is like the wings of love;
But i am like the loneliest fish in the lonely sea,
And like the muse of your love which toils daily to succeed!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Sit Upon My Horse
I sit upon my horse
And gaze at the field
A field of rippling grass
Blowing in the wind
I sit upon my horse
And gaze at the sky
A clear blue sky
Filled with clouds
I sit upon my horse
And gaze at the sun
A yellow sun up high
Shining on my face
I sit upon my horse
And gaze at this world
A world fashioned,
Created by my God