By CaminchaBrown sweet face
silken dark eyes
turned vacant pools.
With time
disappointments
left their marks.
To you I give my poem.
Who, what, could
have erased
the darkness
in your eyes?
To you I give my poem.
How I wish you could
have known love, happiness.
I hope you do now.
To you I give my poem.
Camincha is a pen name for a San Francisco-based writer.
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