If Eyes Could Talk...

A thousand words in my vocabulary, a hundred poems in my keeping, I know exactly what am thinking, I know exactly what to say to her, but when she’s standing next to me, close enough to touch, I can't even put two words together. Captivating eyes, eyes that reflect the moonlight, trying not to get caught staring at her so am hiding in disguise. So much passion in her movement, in her style and in her face, I am caught up in her grace. There is only one way to let her know, only one way to tell her, so I try to pretend my hands are steady as I conjure up the zeal to approach her, but the way she looks as I catch sight of her isn't helping to conceal the nerves overwhelming me. I know exactly what to do, but my body just won't move. But if eyes could talk, one look is all I would need, one look would say everything, about the way she speaks, the way she dresses, the way she smiles, the way she laughs, the way her beauty leaves me breathless. Maybe then I would get it right, maybe I would finally get to speak my mind, maybe then I would finally tell her all the things I can't say, tell her how every move she makes entrances me, her rhythms paralyse me, her flair, her fire, her energy, How to me she is nature, art, exquisite, real, a butterfly with brown skin. And maybe I would just look into her eyes and she would realize everything. Maybe she would realise words are just words anyway. If eyes could talk, one look would say everything.