Your face is painting me a potrait louder than you speak,
showing me the felings you try so hard to keep
locked so deep inside that you whisper to yourself
searching for some words somewhere, seeking silent help.
Oh please don't say a thing, just let our soft eyes meet,
read my face and sense my words, my heart is yours to keep.

ej

excellent use of verse creativity
and a profound defining of expression

Very colorful and unique. Well written!

Yes, an interesting style.

A very nice ending to round out the poem! I like this very much!

~Much Love~
Megan

Hmmm...I'm going to stick my neck out here and say
1: I'm sorry for myself for doing this to you to start with
2: I suspect you are a novel poet by age or by practise...sorry again
3: I don't like a poem to begin with lovely rhyme and then loose it...IE where's the cresendo of pure magic and light...not sorry
4: considering any or all the above, it is very nice work but can be formulated to much much more:
and I am sorry for that as merely only I wanted it to hurt me more... but failed!

Respect Jasper

*bump*

I made some changes (I wasn't so happy with the original).

ej