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His Beautiful Eyes

Updated on July 3, 2012
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He had beautiful eyes.

Pretty eyes is what she called them. She loved to tease him about his pretty eyes. He would look ten times better in eyeliner than her. Like a singer in an Emo band. He hated that comparison. No Emo for him. Hard rock and heavy metal all the way. It didn’t make a difference. There was no hiding those perfect lashes. Short, dark, even, and perfect. No hiding the colors and depths they shielded. Light and dark. Blue and grey. As tough and terrifying as he could seem, those pretty eyes always gave him away. There was a good, kind heart and a soft soul under that rough exterior.


He had hazel eyes.

Or so he said. She always said they were blue. This was how she liked to remember them. Blue was their color when he was happy and feeling good. When they opened wide to greet the world. Sparkly and blue like sapphires. Twinkling. Let’s play.

She didn’t like to see his grey eyes. Hiding behind bleary lids or a furrowed brow. Those meant sickness, sadness, worry, pain. All of those things she hated to see him suffer. The things she wanted so badly to take away. Even if it meant absorbing them into herself. Anything to bring back those sparkling blue eyes. Those pretty eyes.

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He had small eyes.

You would never know it. They were small only in physical size. More than a window into his soul – his kind, beautiful, tormented soul. Those eyes carried his entire world. Every moment of joy, of pain, of struggle, of success were contained in those tiny orbs as if they were large enough to hold the universe. Shades of blue and grey. His past, his present. No lines on his baby face. Not yet. Just flecks in his eyes.

She wanted to crawl inside those eyes. To be part of that world. To be surrounded by it, rather than stealing pieces here and there, only to have them burrow holes into her very core. But they would not let her in. Or was she not trying hard enough. Afraid of being completely shut out. Or worse, of being let in.

He had wise eyes.

There was no way to hide it. He tried to play dumb. He was uneducated. But he was wise from experience and talented by nature. His eyes gave it away as he worked. Focused. Determined. Whatever the task might be. Creative and beautiful, mechanical and practical. Those expert eyes remained fixated on the task. Not wavering for one iota of a second. Until its masterful completion.

There was wisdom when those eyes looked at her. She felt them read her thoughts, her feelings, her soul. She never said a word, but his wise eyes knew. She heard them as they spoke to her in shades of colors and light. His eyes always knew just what to say.

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He had powerful eyes.

Penetrating eyes. When those eyes fixed on you there was no misunderstanding. Piercing, stabbing. Back off. You don’t want to mess with this. Not today. Those eyes could stop a heart. Turn a man to stone. Delivering what the fists ached to do, what the lips wanted to say. A weapon of blue and grey.

Welcoming eyes. Blue and calm as the sea. Come on. Follow me. You can trust me. It’s all ok. Once they locked onto you there was no escaping. They drew you in. Until the color changed and the light shifted and they threw you away.

She was careful not to get too close. Only a few surface wounds from the daggers. Close enough to feel a tug but never to be taken by their full grasp, lest she be drawn in only to be thrown away.

He had secretive eyes.

She could never see his future in those eyes. That worried her. Was she in it? Was he in it? She was afraid for him. Why? She didn’t know. With all that those eyes had seen, with all that those eyes had said, he always seemed to be ok. Maybe it was her she was afraid for. Afraid that one day she will no longer look into those beautiful, wise, powerful eyes, or hear what they had to say.

He had beautiful eyes.



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      Dana Strang 4 years ago from Ohio

      acaetnna - I am glad you like this. I wrote it as a sort of writing exercise. It has been a long time since I have read it. Maybe I will revisit. ... thank you.

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      acaetnna 4 years ago from Guildford

      The eyes are the gateway to the soul and this poem was totally beautiful!

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      Rosemary Amrhein 4 years ago from Boston, MA

      ;) hugs,

      ~B

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      Dana Strang 4 years ago from Ohio

      blonedy - Thanks for reading this one. it is definitely one of my least popular... i love eyes. with some people all you have to do is look at thier eyes and you know everything.... hugs!!

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      Rosemary Amrhein 4 years ago from Boston, MA

      Dana,

      This is a very nice hub. I like the emphasis on the eyes and how meaningful they are. I like to look into people's eyes especially a man's eyes and especially when loving.

      It's the eyes that make it more intense and pleasurable. The window into the soul- trying to mesh yourself into that soul. Great writing. What a beautiful thing you had to "see" into those eyes and take all this from it.

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      Dana Strang 5 years ago from Ohio

      Debbie - I had great inspiration for this. I hardly did the subject justice! I would put his picture in the hub, but he would never forgive me. He might act like an egomaniac, but he is totally shy and self-concious. Just like a woman. :) (good think he doesnt read these!)

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      Dana Strang 5 years ago from Ohio

      Vinaya Ghimire - Thank you. Its always nice to get your input. I am nre to this kind of writing and it helps me a lot. See you around!

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      Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

      Wonderful interplay of symbolism and allegory.

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 5 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      Oh a man with beautiful eyes. I have known a few.. lol beautiful poetry again

      Debbie

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      Dana Strang 5 years ago from Ohio

      teaches - it truly is amazing when you can actually feel someone look at you and you speak without any words. thanks for sharing

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      Dianna Mendez 5 years ago

      Great hub topic and love the play on words through the eye. Eyes do reveal much of the inner person. We sometimes can communicate just by looking into each other's eyes. Touching!

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      Dana Strang 5 years ago from Ohio

      Docmo - Thank you for you insightful comments. This was very close to going unpublished. I had a hard time doing the subject matter justice.I already see some tweeking needed towards the end.

      Thank you also for the compliments! Keep that up and my ego might grow as big as yours. Sratch that. I don't think that's possible!!! You have earned the right to sport that ego. Your writing is wonderful. I love it. And that is why I link it to mine. I want to share it.

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      Dana Strang 5 years ago from Ohio

      rahul0324 - Thank you. Eyes are indeed poets. Luck yare those who can hear them speak.

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      Mohan Kumar 5 years ago from UK

      They truly are windows to our soul Dana, I love this hub with its penetrating insit into his eyes . I love the way the eyes are intertwined with the emotions and being. Your writing goes from strength to strength. Confident and captivating! Well done.

      Thanks for including a link to my poem. You are a sweet heart for doing that.

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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      Eyes are the greatest silent poets who speak right to the soul....

      Brilliant hub

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      Dana Strang 5 years ago from Ohio

      Sueswan / Vellur / Tonipet -

      Thank you guys so much for reading. This one might need a little more editing, but if I didn;t publish it now it was never gonna get out there.

      There really is something about eyes. They are amazing. This particular set of eyes is burned into my brain. A great guy too.

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      Tonette Fornillos 5 years ago from The City of Generals

      Many things his eyes can do, its the power of his eyes. Marvelous Dana!

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      Nithya Venkat 5 years ago from Dubai

      Eyes speak and convey a lot. Excellent piece, enjoyed reading. His eyes are really expressive and going by the description he seems to be the good sort. Voted up.

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      Sueswan 5 years ago

      Hi DanaTeresa

      Brilliant Love it. The eyes say so much.

      Voted up and away!

      Take care :)