Her Eyes Are Too Pretty
Sure, there are days when she flashes righteous indignation, wanting (desperately) to reduce some dullard to dust. She strives mightily for that “withering” look.
But her eyes are too pretty.
She’s been hurt, I know, but her eyes sparkle nonetheless. You search for answers, clues, hints and allegations in those jeweled orbs of hers
...finding...only...that...
Her eyes are far too pretty.
You don’t wanna be the man to make her cry, to have her feel the sting of salt, or...blind her.
Her eyes are far, Far, FAR too pretty.
And you certainly don’t wanna be the man who fills her eyes with deep disdain.
Her eyes are simply...way too pretty.
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posted by Jonas | 12/20/2007 05:45:00 PM
5 Comments:
so was this post.
Would it be better for some other man to fill her eyes with deep disdain? Would it be better for some other man to make her cry? She will be hurt again, one way or another, and her eyes will still sparkle.
Are you worried about her or you?
Fascinating comments, all. Thank you. You each provide a unique perspective.
As for me? I'm not worried. I'm...appreciative...mindful. Grateful.
How moving and beautiful. Sigh, to have someone say that to me...lovely.
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