Eyes Of My Girl

Hiding deep secrets within
She got eyes like an ocean
Calm like the winds, beautiful as the heaven
Shining like a star, burning like the sun
She got eyes like an ocean
Emotions and stories lost in this ocean
Are the treasures only few have seen
She keeps her eyes so calm, inside her head there’s a volcano burning flames…
Not only her eyes even her smile speaks a lie
I’m fine she says
Is she telling the truth
This question still prevails
She was hit, she was brought down
From the skies she was brought down
She ain’t left her hope, she ain’t left her strength
She stoops up and on their face and started the journey to skies again
Her thoughts, her voice, her eyes, her smile
Has gone through so much, still they don’t cry and she is moving on and on and on
She acts as a kid, she jumps, she trembles, she laughs though hiding in her soul is a person who has seen only pain
Now thats what you call strength that still smiles away and move on and on and on
Her eyes are like an ocean

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Adedayo Erivic

You are just too great,
that’s why for your poem I give a rate,
it’s so outstanding more than what I can state,
how I wish this kind of thing I can create.


A very nice poem describing the eyes of your beloved


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