When love looked me in the eye
Oh, the eyes, it's always in the eyes. Eyes that
Talk, eyes that captivate, tantalise, hypnotise,
Mesmerise, can’t get you out of my mind eyes.
A longing real or imagined, mostly real and
Mostly likely to interrupt every hour of the
Day including sleep - in particular sleep.
I see her every night in my mind's eye, I watch
Her watching me as she did at the party. She
Had the only eyes in the room, she glowed like
A beacon, her smile lit my life for a while and
Then the party was over, but not for me. I've
Carried her eyes and her looks with me for a
Good while now and I still do - wherever I go
Her eyes go with me.
I can't escape her eyes nor do I want to.
Whether the day will come when her eyes meet
Mine in anything more than a glowing smile
Remains to be seen. I sincerely hope they will.
In the meantime, I will continue to rejoice in
The night when love looked me in the eye and
I almost survived.
© Joseph G Dawson
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