My Life In Word

HIS SOUL

When I look into his eyes
I wonder what I may see;
Just two pupils
Staring back at me.
Or will I see
To the depths of his soul?
If it be the latter
I may lose control!
They say to the soul
The eyes are the windah.
To the marrow of his being
I wish to surrendah.
I want to come to know
The moral force of his character,
The boy inside the man, 
And hear his inner chatter.
I wonder if the boy inside
Is as silly as the girl in me?
Does he like making mud pies
And climbing up trees?
Does he like the feel of 
His toes in the sand?
Would he, too, be giddy
If he held my hand?
When I look into his eyes
I wonder what I may see.
I dream it be the little boy
Smiling back at me!

Simona A. Brinson

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