HE WILL NEED MY EYES by Sam If looked at critically or part by part appraised, measured by the inch or every sinew guaged. The Critic may not find stunning your eyes or nose or lips, your face may not perhaps launch those thousand ships! But the nondiscerning fool will not have seen just how your smile lights your eyes and how the frown sits on your brow. He will not have seen how unique humour and wit, etch chuckles on your dear face, giving radiance and beauty to it. How distinguished you look when you are deep in thoughts and how the calm touches you in sleep. He would never witness the change of your eyes from nothing much to gleaming and burning stars kindled by a soft touch. A face so vibrant and expressive every fiber so full of life every sinew reflecting your response to moments of pleasure and strife. Your beauty is the real thing and with the sun it vies but to see it - that critic - HE WILL NEED MY EYES! Back to Poetry Index