i do not know you,
but in a fleeting glimpse
i caught your secret smile,
the one you might save for a lover,
to share over the top of a cup of coffee
in the after-glow of your coupling.

in that quiet moment,
your eyes sparkled,
and all around you faded,
the colors of the world outshone by that glow,
whose secret lies behind the half-smile.

"Mona Lisa, men have named you" comes to mind,
for your secret and hers are intertwined in the mystery of a moment,
a  glimpse,
a rare peek into your heart.