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My Mother's Eyes
Although the shape you've taken will wither
with time, given shape to my shape,
It is the soul that lies within you that I prize.
A soul given unto my soul.
There will be minutes that will bring us close together, forming days,
and there will be roads we will map together paved with love.
Out of them all, there is no traveling partner whom I'd wish beside me,
if you'd have me, my small life might find its way.
In a lucky life there comes but just one person, whom one loves,
without the hands of this mad world stealing the unowed.
This mystery we share isn't matter weighed like gold that some prize,
Because my treasure lies within your eyes, and in them lies my world.
Thank you for everything. I love you.
© 2013 Nicholas Emeigh
with time, given shape to my shape,
It is the soul that lies within you that I prize.
A soul given unto my soul.
There will be minutes that will bring us close together, forming days,
and there will be roads we will map together paved with love.
Out of them all, there is no traveling partner whom I'd wish beside me,
if you'd have me, my small life might find its way.
In a lucky life there comes but just one person, whom one loves,
without the hands of this mad world stealing the unowed.
This mystery we share isn't matter weighed like gold that some prize,
Because my treasure lies within your eyes, and in them lies my world.
Thank you for everything. I love you.
© 2013 Nicholas Emeigh
Notes: This poem was written in May of 1999.
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