Stuck on Romeo
Hypnotized by a person whose vocabulary exists in his Eyes...
I feel away...
Reminiscing
On seeing the bigger
Picture...
However, Looking at the reality of the situation.
So I catch your glimpse,
And you didn't blink.
Although the way you gazed,
Made me brood,
In Considering the Unattainable...
He didn't maintain to speak because I read his expressions...
It was a Stone furrow.
I shattered and lived absoluteness
In his Sanity...
In the morning he smelled my awakening
Reinvigorated as an Apple...
Luring for the gloss of Candy Red,
Abutting moments with me were the Best Thing!
He deferred for my soft-spoken voice, To enchant something beautiful...
I did and it felt like Paradise.
I flowed inside his reality masquerade.
His eyes told me that I had the power to touch his pride...
He kissed me a thousand goodbyes, and
vacuity took me for a ride...
Interlude -
(Have you ever spoken with someone through eye contact?)...
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What a beautiful poem, Lonzo!
The windows to the soul! Love this one, Lonzo!
Great way to express this kind of sentimental moment. 🌸
This love poem is so elegant. I feel almost like I’m intruding 👀💖
what a spectacular poet you are. Yes, the eyes have a way of communicating much better than words
Eye contact can say so much
"So I catch your glimpse, And you didn't blink." Those lines had me in all the feels. 🤗❤️ Loved this!
Yes, I have definitely communicated with someone through eye contact. Your poems are so emotionally charged and well-worded. Even the subtitle is fire: "Hypnotized by a person whose vocabulary exists in his Eyes"...that should have been my line...LOL!
This is so good, Lonzo. 'It was a stone furrow' - you painted a picture, like only you can! Great work!
very nice 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
great!
Again, this belongs in a museum! You're so talented!
This is fabulous. Well done.
I cannot wait to see your poetry compilation in a book someday 🥰❤️🌹Excellent
Whoa! You knocked this out of the park Handsome Zo! You are such a soulful talent! Yes Sir! I like to pick up on eye vibes and converse through them. I think I may have inherited it since a lot of my female family members speak through their eyes as well. LOL Eyes are big for me since they are the windows to the soul...
Spectacular!!!💖💖💕
Bravo! Always love your work! I hope to get my writer's hand back someday, so that I can express myself artfully and with as much finesse as you. Never stop writing! You're great at it!
Fabulous, as always... 💗✨💖‼
Your eloquence is enviable, Lonzo!
wow nice