I am blinded by her eyes <br />my muse, my sweet desire <br />who sees the deepest art of my soul <br />she is the centerpeice of my gallery <br />where all thoughts do gather to speak <br />and I listen in quiet fascination <br />at the dream like worlds and lives <br />which revel, glow and shine <br />deep in those shimmering oceans <br />I long to swin within <br />she undoes me with a look <br />brought to my knees by a stare <br />there is in those eyes I dare say <br />something far more than beautiful <br />a life, a soul, love, passion, joy <br />I dedicate my words, these words <br />now and forever that all may read <br />to know how I have been blinded <br />by the eyes of the muse<br /><br />Matthew Holloway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blinded-by-the-eyes/
