The Hearty Talk

The storm that binds

in your silver eyes

stop me to love you,

you too

opt to deny;

my hazel eyes lingers

to take in your expression,

all they can see

is your disappointment

and aggression;

but my heart

unable to

place confidence in

what my eyes conceived,

another story

untold in this storm

unable to be grasped

by the hazel ones,

which,

the heart perceived;

you may suspect this

but i have a

strong feeling

that our souls

are meant to be together

and our hearts interweaved...