Be

Soft Eyes,
you with the curls,
behind the coffee cup
over in the corner,
being your own best friend
is a first rule of life.

Lips trembling,
you with the loss of heart
sighing over the table,
losing a love
is like losing
a part of yourself.

Get straight,
Soft Eyes,
looking to the future,
you have to love
yourself first,
you're God's
greatest gift to you,
you with those soft eyes.

Find contentment
in the solitude
of the great alone of life,
no diversions,
no noise,
no chatter,
only you
as a companion
shining soul
from those soft eyes.

Then you're ready for love.