Her eyes engulf me
She searched for something
Of me from head to toe
And into my soul
As she stared
Into my eyes
She worried me not
But the hand she held
At the time wasn't mine
For that I abstained
Her Beautiful dark
Mysterious eyes
Still prey
upon my mine
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So, she held another man's hand. I would forget her in an instant. But I'm not a man. If she were a man and did that, I would still forget him. At least I'd try.
There are something like an experience like this that can haunt someone for a long time. It's nice when those eyes become much more in a long-term relationship.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Love ya!
Jane
Ron