She had a hold, and let it go, <br /> she could look well beyond my eyes, <br /> and right into my soul, <br /> and never realized she could. <br /> <br /> She was the only one that could back then, <br /> although, I never told her so, <br /> I expected her to understand, <br /> and why? - - - I'll never know. <br /> <br /> I never came to see a woman, <br /> beyond her eyes, that way, <br /> at least as far as I have known, <br /> ... not that I realized, ... until today. <br /> <br /> I guess, that's not quite true, <br /> because, I have enjoyed the view, <br /> as I recall... it felt like something new, <br /> - - - I think they call it love. <br /> <br /> Another looked into my eyes, <br /> ... with hers, <br /> and saw what was in mine, <br /> ... with hers, <br /> and knew the truth, ... right there, <br /> about the deepest parts of me, <br /> that I would not even tell... me. <br /> <br /> She never had the hold though, <br /> and I can't explain why not, <br /> she always had the access though, <br /> but, somehow never got it, <br /> it is the essence of the feeling, <br /> that only two can share, <br /> that is the ever - present healing, <br /> that is between the two that care. <br /> <br /> It always matters how it happens, <br /> if you want it to be right, <br /> because the lovers, of the daytime, <br /> must always sleep well through the night.<br /><br />Barry Van Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-matters/
