The Way he looks at me

When he looks at me,
His cinnamon eyes read my soul;
Our personal conversations are silent…

He belongs to another.

He will nonchalantly look for me
as he goes about his day.
I walk too close sometimes just to touch him.
He senses my distress
and shows concern in subtle ways.

He has an impossible Greek name
that trips on my tongue.
I love him but

He belongs to another.

Eros - My father's dog

Eros – My father’s dog

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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20 Responses to The Way he looks at me

  1. makagutu says:

    I can never have enough of your poetry. Always beautiful, always fresh and most times always different.


  2. Encore une metaphore, cherie, ou une petite histoire vrai cette fois?
    Toujours delicieuse.


  3. john zande says:

    GORGEOUS! We have a Belgium Sheppard with cinnamon eyes. I fear, though, to write a poem about him…. he’s already too vain!


  4. PapaBear says:

    Ok ! Ya got me, Em. Loved it. Was a great post. *Paul


  5. Ah, these creatures that are not our own but claim our hearts


  6. Good Helper Woman says:

    OHHH…how sweet is that kind of love! Your words are like art to my eyes, keep going!


  7. tonyprance says:

    …I fell right into it …..thinking aha, what’s this ? and shazam! … he’s beautiful emmy…


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