Eyes of Innocence
by 
The Walrus
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Posted: 13 January 2004 Word Count: 109 Summary: This simple poem is written about and dedicated to Isabella, my niece, who is of course, from a completely objective point of view, the most beautiful child that ever walked this earth. (Her mother is Indian, her father Greek/English, hence the 'chocolate' cherub). |
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My chocolate cherub
How I love
To slip
My fingers
Through
The shiny
Richness
Of your
Abundant
Curls.
How I love
To stare
At your eyes
Black and wide,
Their lashes
Sweeping
Their charm,
Black are
The eyes
Of innocence
Flashing
In wonderment.
And though yet
You can’t speak
Your eyes reflect
Untainted beauty.
You are
The living proof
Of perfection
Of hope
And the future.
And there are
Many
That love you now
And many
Many more
That will
Love you still.
And while
Everything changes
And yet
Remains
The same
In years
To come
You too
Will look
Upon a face
Of perfection
And feel
This love.
How I love
To slip
My fingers
Through
The shiny
Richness
Of your
Abundant
Curls.
How I love
To stare
At your eyes
Black and wide,
Their lashes
Sweeping
Their charm,
Black are
The eyes
Of innocence
Flashing
In wonderment.
And though yet
You can’t speak
Your eyes reflect
Untainted beauty.
You are
The living proof
Of perfection
Of hope
And the future.
And there are
Many
That love you now
And many
Many more
That will
Love you still.
And while
Everything changes
And yet
Remains
The same
In years
To come
You too
Will look
Upon a face
Of perfection
And feel
This love.
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