As I gaze into your eyes, oh the things that can be seen...

There's that look about them when your pleasant and a look when your feeling mean..

There's that look of a little girl, so timid and so shy, and the look of the devil when you're trying to be sly..

There's that playful look, your eyes so big and bright, and that serious look as they turn dark, as dark as night..

There's that look of contentment just happy to be where you're at, and that ornery look of a spoiled little brat..

There's that look of happiness, your eyes they sparkle and gleam, as though you've found something right out of a dream..

There's that look of losing something in which you hold so dear, as your eyes start to flutter, as the corners start to tear..

There's that look of questions, passing through your mind, some of which may only be answered by the passing of the time..

There's the look of holding back the things you want to say, trying to figure out, if said, the price you might have to pay..

There's that confused look of trying to understand, what's coming next, what does the future have on hand..

Your eyes say so many things, but never utter a word.. they don't have to speak, in order to be heard..

by Tim Peterson
This poem was written to me by my daughter's father.. unfortunately, looking at the paper, it doesn't have a date on it.. though it was sometime in 1986 or 87.. The words he put down are sooo true..
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