Watching the new release
of Pride And Prejudice
once again struck by
the restrictions
placed on people back then
the strict self-discipline
the eyes were the only
means to convey
deeper feelings
And I cried
because of your eyes
and mine
conveying an angry message
all too often – whenever
your routine is upset
your face turns into stone
with the coldest eyes
And the tears
I feel welling up
are not allowed
to show on my face
not to appear
a fool
in your
eyes…
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/f-being-a-fool-in-your-eyes/
