This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry and reflections on first love, memory, and the soul.
Sometimes, a glance says everything that poetry tries to capture.

(Authors Note)

4. “His Eyes” was her favourite poem

His eyes

If that was not poetry

Written in two words

I. Don’t. Do. Poetry

Poetry on the Margins #4 First memory

Do you remember your very first love?
Or an instance of meeting someone for the very first time?
Or meeting a pair of eyes as such,
depicted in this poem?

I wonder if a poem
could carry the whole essence of a person —
like their eyes do.

I remember my mother telling me
that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
No wonder every man in my life
had had a fabulous pair.

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