Sad brown eyes
Sad brown eyes
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Love should bring joy. Not sadness.
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Sad brown eyes
A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me.
In a turmoil of a kind love.
A paradise of burning emotion.
You can create a strange prison.
I held her too tightly.
I didn’t hold her enough.
The fine line of giving and taking leave you confused.
Love held on by a few words won’t last the night.
I try to speak softly and don’t create a wall of hate.
When life’s disappointments surround you.
Slow down and think.
I close my eyes.
Re-set my thoughts.
Allow the pain to evaporate into the night.
I told her “I love you since the first moment I looked into your brown eyes..”
We sat together in a silence and I held her tightly.
I whispered. “Stop the fear and hate before the walls of love falls down forever.
In a nightmare you didn’t love me. I was alone”
I fell to my knees and prayed at her feet.
“My only wish.
Please don’t leave my life.”
I open my eyes and my brown eye Angel embraced me.
She told me. “You are my first real love.
When you leave me. I will never be complete again.”
I whispered “I love you and I need you.
Your love made a man running in circles find peace.”
Sweet dreams can become nightmares.
A wise man is gentle with his wife and children.
Love bring love. Kindness bring kindness.
Some words should never be spoken.
For words can break a heart forever.
I will go to my brown eye angel and beg for forgiveness.
Coyote
October 1994
Sorry for the typo……writing
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Beautiful and heartfelt. I love your wtiting. It always comes from the heart. 💕💕
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Thank you dear friend. I appreciate the comment.
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Not only words but actions can break a heart forever 😦
Beautiful.
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Most of us learn too late. We held love and lost it. Thank you Laurel for reading and the comment.
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OR….we thought we held love….and should have lost it before we lost ourselves.
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Maybe? A question, never to be answered.
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I think it’s answered as soon as we discover that we were married to/involved with a true narcissist. The only person a true narcissist can really love…is themselves.
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You are right. Most time. We learn later.
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