When I first saw her eyes of blue, I stared at her amazed,
The way admirers often do, before such beauty’s praised,
That’s why she stared right back at me, a somewhat puzzled girl,
As if I were a mystery, a guy caught in a whirl…
Then I explained, to her surprise, how wondrous her eyes were,
A brilliant blue to visualise or thought that should occur.
My father had such eyes, I said, my brother shared these, too,
I know I’ve got brown eyes instead, but I’m thrilled I met you!
And then she smiled, for she felt blessed, she said I’d made her day,
She’d made mine, too, I stood impressed and couldn’t walk away…
I stood beguiled, just like a child, held captive by her face,
Then all at once, my thoughts went wild, should I risk an embrace?
But suddenly, she turned and left… the magic spell had gone…
And there I stood, a man bereft, alone, to carry on…
Denis Martindale March 2018.
