her dark eyes carry the weight
of stories never told aloud
they are deep wells of knowing
reflecting both the tenderness
she gives freely
and the ache she keeps hidden
they hold the hush
of midnight rooms
and the echo of emotions
that learned to survive
without language
in them lives a patience
shaped by longing
a softness that’s guarded
by storms already weathered
her eyes do not ask
to be understood
they ask to be felt
and once they are they linger
long after the moment has passed
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
We never truly know the weight that people carry. But most of us have joy and sorrow balanced altogether deep inside in some form. So that’s why every time we look into someone’s eyes, we should smile back at them with our own. That way we’re telling them that they aren’t alone in this journey. You certainly aren’t alone bestie! 🙂❤️
Aww, thank you! You are right here, we’ll said ♥️🙂
I’m pretty sure I’ve seen eyes like you’ve described.
You more than likely have indeed.
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The hidden depths, …emotive eyes described perfectly and so softly, …with compassion, …A lovely read Jennifer, …💙
Your comments always make me smile, Penn. Thank you for that. You are much needed 💙
A beautiful poem of a knowing heart that holds the soul gently in her heart for safe keeping. Beautifully written, Jennifer!!! xx C
Thank you, Cindy. Much love to you xx
Great work! This one lingered with me overnight and all day today.
Wow, thank you for a lovely comment. I’m glad you enjoyed it.