Heart Sees Clearer

My eyes have duped me into believing that I have found the one, not once,

but since that sleepless night, it’s been clear that the heart sees clearer than the eyes.

Since my first text – “hey…”, I’ve been making hay, yet her shine will dim by no chance

and I pray that through her heart, she may see my fondness of hers and break ice.

 

It is not my fault that I’m so generous to her with my attention.

Effortlessly, she gets my attention. Wish I was sure that she craves it.

Just in case she doesn’t, then taking coal to Newcastle is my intention.

It’s hard to gag fondness. Trying to reveal my intent and heart beat by bit.

 

Maybe it’s the way her voice makes Billie Holiday’s sound like a rumble.

Maybe it’s her intellect and her interests and how the dove-tail mine.

Oh, I know, it’s how she sees through my hard head, to spot my inner humble.

How can she see that, yet we’ve never seen each other. Even from a mile!

 

Heart sees clearer. Oblivious of her face, her inner splendor is a fact.

Isn’t that what matters? I beg for her; mercy. I swear I wouldn’t hurt her heart.

This Man!

He emphasizes his words whenever he says “You’re pretty”,

but somehow always forgets to COMPLIMENT that with “,kind and caring”.

When you’re hurt, he’s quick to hug as “comfort”.

But feel his heart, does it feel pity?

And when talking to him, if your eyes were around your chest,

he’d probably reciprocate the way his, you stare.

 

You let him inside, but he’s more about making love than feeling love.

But can a player juggle the pitch & the terrace to feel his own game’s thrill?

You think & tell him how man he is. His reply, “nice curves you have’’.

Your love is genuinely from within, but he only bills for your body in the deal.

Unfortunately, you love him so much that this fact you can’t see.

 

Oh look what we have here; a bigger behind, & a slender waist.

You trace a glow on his face, but his face isn’t facing you.

You try reaching him, but your calls he won’t pick anymore.

He found a more physically appealing deal and you’re left fading into his history.

A man of many tastes, is a man who wastes. He’s one you should detest.

You got bitten on first experience. But how could you have known ooh innocent ewe!