I LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES

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    I LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES

    I was at a loss for words when you came to me. I thought for that moment you were coming for me. I felt a spiritual connection when i looked into your hazel-colored eyes.
    I saw something as we looked into each others eyes. You stirred something in me that moved my deepest emotion.

    Your smile was bright and inviting; your skin was soft to the touch for that moment. I felt like holding you very close. Closing my eyes and kissing your soft sensual lips, I thought of you and me walking along the beach hand in hand, not saying a word.

    When we came to the oceans edge, looking into the west where the sun set, we turned and we embraced, feeling the breeze as it came in from the ocean. When we were face to face looking into each others eyes, all barriers that people would have when they meet were gone; it was a mystical moment for that short period of time.

    When I tried to say what i felt, you said, "I want you to speak from your heart", and you were gone in a flash.

    When you left me there in deep thought, I was searching for word to say. So if you feel the way I feel, then let me know how you feel. Was it true or was it a thought for that moment and time? I am at a loss for words; now I have to wait for you to say whats deep in your heart of hearts. My mystical lady, I await your answer from deep within your soul. Now that we  have touched each other in thought will we come together as one or just two ships passing in the night?

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    icu2 commented on I LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES

    10-25-2009

    This is interesting...and sad. I have a feeling she was just toying with the writer. Why do people do these things? Very good job on the writer's part. TEN!!

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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