POEM
A rough, raw kind of beauty for me you are the most beautiful in the world soft eyes that look at me if I stare into them too long I might cry, for they mean so much to me for I see so much more than they intent to show as if there's a thread between you and me that never broke that maybe in this life is our time but I swear i've seen those eyes before for they are what i've been always looking for. -Elsa Burgos.