Windows

 Another poem Joel wrote several years before we met.


Windows

 

It’s long been told,

Women’s eyes are the windows of their hearts

 

While young and old,

The eyes of good men reflect depth of soul

 

Thoughts of your eyes,

And what I will find in them while we are apart

 

Hope never dies,

Waiting for that special day my heart’s goal

 

A thousand tears

Fallen from this man’s eyes while I wait

 

A million fears,

Crushed under the weight of my hope

 

One day we’ll meet,

Look in each other’s eyes, ‘tis our fate

 

Passion and heat

Found in each other’s embrace, touch, and grope

 

Exchange of vows

On the day of our wedding, faithful love

 

I’ll wait for now,

In prayer and preparation till you are found

 

Your eyes will show

A safe haven for my heart, hand in glove

 

My eyes you’ll know,

By the reflection of love turned around


~ by Joel Purkerson

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