My flesh does not matter. Life is temporary and the flaws of a fading organ should not matter as much as they do. Now the eyes . . . The eyes deserve much more credit. They alone should be judged mercilessly. I have seen fire and failure, love and desire, misery and joy in the eyes of many a man. The lips, while they do from time to time convey truth, have a tendency to lie. They are not to always be trusted. But eyes – they are the soul.
Thoughts by Marie de Lioncreaux
Poetry » Life Rated: K, English, Words: 86, Published: 5/1/2010