The Face

By Sam Marston

The face is a window to the soul,
The eyes, a tunnel to the heart,
Down to every freckle and mole,
The face is the spirit’s cart.

I see the one who’s eyes are glazed,
Who’s face is long, sharp and narrow.
Your spirit is calm fury blazed,
And every word pains, like a flaming arrow.

I see the one who frowns and sneers
Who’s gaze is colder than the night,
You offer only hate, and jeers,
No one understands your plight.

I see the one who’s eyes do twitch,
They fear the world and what it will bring,
You hide and cower in the ditch
If only to avoid stone and sling

I see the one who’s eyes are soft and warm,
Who’s smile brings instant happiness.
You protect me from their wrath and harm,
The one I need, I must confess.

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