Eyes Of Passion

Eyes Of Passion short poem

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All defenses crumbled, all fears banished
All reasons negated, all arguments destroyed
Looking into your big passionate eyes
Not random chance, but providence
Crossing our ways time and again
Leading me to your big passionate eyes
Yield just once to this temptation
This storm that leaves me breathless
Drowning in your big passionate eyes

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Hopeless romantic, grounded realist, eternal optimist, brooding pessimist. All these are me. I am all of them. When I referenced my diaries for poems written decades (1985-99) ago, I was surprised to find that most related to either Love or Death. I was even more surprised to discover that, with a quick change here and there, many of them could be interchanged to reflect either. It was in this way that I discovered in myself the obsession that Sigmund Freud labelled as Eros and Thanatos, a theme that has fascinated thinkers, poets and writers for centuries. Here you will find Eros and Thanatos and a bit of Philos in between.
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