And so, . . . an other ONE saw those eyes.
A mere glance told a distant tale,
So intense, so sensitive;
The ONE allowed a gentle smile . . .
In company with a single teardrop
That could not bear to fall
Or dampen that oh-so-lovely smile.

As ONE slipped away . . .
Those eyes dared a meer glance, then closed . . .
As longing fairly faded in swift retreat
To return for the hiding place;
Always near enough for rapid escape,
Where solitude feigned comfort,
And comfort denied fear.

Yet, desire existed . . .
Fleeting for a distant tale.