From A Photograph

By Michelle Longo-Bloom


November 26, 2007



It’s your tender words
in your deepened voice
it’s your sweetened style
and your protective choice.
It’s your eyes that see the depths of me
so mystically and clairvoyantly.
Your deep, dark eyes, they radiate,
they see my being; they see my fate.
They perceive straight through me
your deep, dark eyes
and see all my strife and life’s demise.
It’s your deep dark eyes somehow, someway
they tell me everything’s going to be okay.
And in some strange way they make me feel
undeniably whole and undoubtedly real.

It’s the way they see
from a photograph,
it’s what they see
the way your eyes; they glare and cast.
Does your heart see what your eyes, they see?
And will they both see us; you and me?

It’s the gestures that you often make
so genuine and never fake.
They open up my heart so wide
at the risk of losing all my pride.
So unadulterated like a child’s
across the many, many miles.
It’s your inner soul’s untainted truths
that come gaping and prancing through and through.
It’s with the deepest honor and respect
so dearly I admire you.

It’s the way they see
from a photograph,
it’s what they see
the way your eyes; they glare and cast.
Does your heart see what your eyes, they see?
And will they both see us; you and me?

Your character, it shines so bright
your compassion exudes such beaming light.
You’re sensitive to the center core
a gift to hold; savor and adore.
A gift of delicacy, of sheer distinction;
to be treasured forever and ever more.
There are no facades; no pretenses
everything is real and greatly cherished.
Always honest; warm and true
special is what I feel with you.

It’s the way they see
from a photograph,
it’s what they see
the way your eyes; they glare and cast.
Does your heart see what your eyes, they see?
And will they both see us; you and me?