Brown and round large flecks of gold
the kind of thing a person could get lost in
lashes so long they reach for the sky
afraid to look for fear of being lost in them
As if they look right through me
so warm so unafraid seeking out my face
when the sun hits them the gold shines so bright
it takes my breath away
Never really noticed until you were inches from my lips
how they drink in everything around each look a little more
every feeling so expressed inside those lash framed eyes
so easy to fall in one look is all it takes
Feeling them on me turning to see their beauty
never wanting to stop transfixed by the colors
by the emotion wrapped within only wanting more
reach into my soul just a look and I am yours
Deborah Horton Writing 
Oct 25, 2010 @ 08:30:47
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/10/23/6244/
Thanks a lot for the support to Jingle Poetry Potluck, I could not always find time to show how much we appreciate your support, here, three awards for you, hope to see you in of week 7, our theme is love and romance. Happy Monday, Happy Blogging! xxx
Oct 11, 2010 @ 16:43:30
Really nice Deborah and well written…
Oct 09, 2010 @ 12:04:39
A fine romance, finely written. Nice contribution to Rally. Thanks!
Mine is here:
http://musingbymoonlight.com/2010/10/07/communing-with-snake/
Oct 07, 2010 @ 13:21:07
fun piece…
pleasant to read!
Oct 01, 2010 @ 09:23:58
fabulous. truly romantic.
visiting you from JIngle’s TRP – thursday rally for poets.
Oct 04, 2010 @ 05:08:55
Thank you for reading 🙂