Eyes of poets

“Eyes of poets”

He talks of making the moment an eternity
See every little thing as infinity
Time and world made divine
By beauty fine
The eyes of poets
To appreciate all, in thoughts as poems
Every piece of art offered
Seen by his heart to prosper

He sees gems in eyes
Each a world, each to fly
He sees all life, holy light
Flowers in the wind, tender sprite

To him heaven within
Each petal’s tear
imperfection gives grin
As truth is so fair

There be a lesson to beware

When he sees she as radiant ruby
He must ask honestly
If her beauty is true, of truth?
Only then can he love she