"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

The Eyes of Love

I found love in my mother’s eyes
Keeping her baby asleep
In the shelter of her heart
And in my father’s eyes
When came back home
Late at night

I saw love in the eyes of the newly weds
Snow flowing from heaven
Dressing them in white
And in the eyes of children
Running free, smiling
Picking  flowers

I saw love in the eyes of the soldier
Holding at his chest like a treasure
His killed comrade:
Tears falling endlessly
From the eyes of the living
On the cheeks of the dead

But the Eyes of Love, I have found them only once
In an old Church with heavenly doors wide open:
Endless eyes, with the irises of the sky full of stars
Endlessly loving
And endlessly healing
The wounds of our wide open eyes.


memyselfandela, 2013

8 responses

  1. may your love be blessed and cared!

    June 21, 2013 at 07:52

  2. Very Impressive. It’s been a while I’ve read a poem as beautiful as this one.
    truly happy for you…

    June 24, 2013 at 12:47

    • Well, why did you find this one so beautiful?
      In the end God’s love is the strongest love of all… 🙂

      June 24, 2013 at 13:12

      • It’s written very well. Either you’ve spent some time with it or not but more importantly it has a new wave of thought from your end.

        June 24, 2013 at 13:19

      • Thank you my dear. It really means a lot to me to hear such a positive thought from a fine writer like you.
        It seems that you like more the poems that I spent indeed more time with…Maybe I am too much in a rush when I write and should slow down and think deeper… 🙂

        June 24, 2013 at 13:23

      • Anybody would. The more time you spend, more profound they become.
        You should focus at one post a day for poems. Pictures and videos, that’s up to you.

        June 24, 2013 at 13:28

      • My dear, I sometimes write about small silly things and sometimes when I have a bot of time I write about very deep things. With poetry is the same. Often I can’t come to sit and write one a day. But sometimes when I get a day off only for my soul, away from problems and worries, I swear to God I sit in front of my laptop and write without break many many things, thoughts, poems that all accumulate in time in my mind and soul… I wish i had MORE TIME , but damn, I don’t… 😦
        Unlike many people what I post can be the result of a very passionate impulsive session od writing… It might sound raw in the end or not sophisticated enough, no idea… but I do put a lot of passion in my writing. 🙂

        June 25, 2013 at 14:54

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