The Wonder of Blooming Eyes

Starting the day with my eyes

Dear Gentle Readers, this poem is dedicated to all people who crave to love themselves. For a second, we do need a moment to see the beauty that is given and blessed within ourselves, admire and be thankful to the person who we were and who we have become.

Get a minute, and take a leap on this short poem, it might be your own moment as well.

Free Readers, Click **here**!!

Image by author using ChatGPT

Every step to the mirror,

I see the eyes bloomed,

Every morning like those,

Flowers that gives the garden,

Heaven-like presence.

I might went a little too much,

I see and admire those,

Brown eyes that transitioned from,

The black grape like baby eyes,

They are a wonder for me.

My eyes always speak,

Those hidden pains and happiness,

And watching them in the mirror,

Seems like a shower of blessings,

Right from God,

And I can’t stop looking at my eyes.

With those eyes,

I want to look at everyone so dearly,

As in the next life,

I can’t be neither an admirer,

Nor a writer who could feel things this loud.

I just want to say to my eyes,

I love the way I could look at people I love,

Stare and love in the way I like.

For a second,

I also could get lost for the reason,

I love pretty much of myself,

That is my eyes.

Submit your poem to **Picture Poetry.**

[embed]Picture Poetry A publication dedicated to the picture-poetry formatmedium.com