| Hand-Eye Coordination Long fingers that might Dance across a piano, Or perhaps trace little, Beautiful patterns on Pale, ivory-white skin… Hands that would love, Hands that would hold, Secure me, assure me… Please, love me with Those elegant hands, if You cannot bear to love Me with your heart; Because I love you with My passionate heart - it Will never fail you, I Swear - though I cannot Bear to love you with My hands, that are tiny And rough, for lack of Care. Could your hands Make me soft again? Yes, I think they could. Skin so white, it's like Polished ivory, and Eyes rimmed in black, Hair falling over soft Shoulders in pools of What must be pure silk… She is darkness, and Beauty, and…love. It Is simple, because she Is everything, love, Hate, pleasure, pain… Yin and yang, black And white, and her Eyes reflect it all from Deep within her soul. She doesn't know, but I see. If only her eyes Would see me, see me For love, and love me At first sight. If only I Had the kind of eyes One loves with… love poems anonymous |