I look into your eyes and ask <br />Who are you? <br />What secret in your soul <br />Compels me to listen to the music of your heart? <br /> <br />Have we been thrust here <br />Players on a stage <br />Without a script <br />Improvising lines <br />In scenes played long before? <br /> <br />Or are we fools <br />Who cannot comprehend <br />A word that has no voice? <br /> <br />Fool that I am <br />I do not know <br />Yet riveted I stand <br />To face the onslaught of your beauty <br />My heart laid open <br />To cherish or disdain. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in L'Intrigue, Aug 1999)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secrets-67/
