My soul – poem

I’ve been searching

for long,

eyes wide open,

heart dangerously exposed.

*

I looked for love in books

and occasional sweet hearts

which eventually turned sour.

*

My eyes got sharp

and my heart resilient,

but my soul, if there is such thing,

broke down in defeat.

*

But there is a soul

waiting for reconciliation,

and I see it

in your eyes,

when they hold me tight,

in your words,

when they caress me

with tenderness.

*

I hear it, clear as your voice,

in the abyss of my mind

dancing at the beat

of our hearts in unison.

***

soyjuanma86

I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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