Poetry Pleases: Enraptured
The eyes have it in this poem as David Bennett contemplates his affection for his beloved.
You can impress me with the talent
Of your pen.
You can astound me with the beauty
Of your eloquence.
You can amaze me with the quality
Of your artistry.
You can stop me with the sharpness
Of your wit.
But you can only beguile me
With your eyes.
You can defeat me with the clarity
Of your thought.
You can conquer me with the strength
Of your will.
You can inflame me with the message
In your look.
You can soothe me with the tenderness
Of your touch.
But you can only beguile me
With your eyes.
You can warm me with the softness
Of your embrace.
You can frustrate me with the stubbornness
Of your nature.
You can transport me with the laughter
In your voice.
You can overwhelm me with the completeness
Of your love.
But you can only beguile me
With your eyes.
I can see your gentleness
Through the way you hold our child.
I can see your kindness
Through the way you hold our child.
I can see your joy
Through the way you hold our child.
I can see your love
Through the way you hold our child.
But I can only see your soul
Through your eyes.
(Huddersfield University of the Third Age)
