-- When She Looked at Me --
John Herlihy
First when she looked at me,
Her gaze shed casual wonder.
Soon when she looked at me,
Her dark eyes held thunder.
Then when she looked at me,
Her vision spoke only of love.
Later when she looked at me,
Her lashes fluttered as a dove.
Whenever she looked at me,
Her eyes I could understand.
After when she looked at me,
Her eyes shone as reprimand.
Then when she looked at me,
Her deadly eyes turned cold.
Later when she looked at me,
Her gaze made me feel old.
She no longer looks at me,
Her loving gaze long gone.
Now memory looks at me,
Still echoing a somber song.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Friday 24 December 2021
your style
day by day you rise
first when u started to write
from prose to poetry your switch
authors den has shown the light
to us all,this one big family
J K Roseline
But life is like that. Well done.