A Passing Glance

October 2, 2007
Eyes of hazel stare deep into the soul,
Eternally pure with the glint of care.
Soft becomes the victim so soon after,
So succumbing of her heart-warming glare.
Eyes and smile of a goddess,
Never before known to man,
Sings softly a tune to the soul of mortals.
A melody of sweet serenity,
An image forever scarred, Forever etched,
Captivated is her visage,
Lost in the bountiful pools of beauty.
Weak knees are a curse to accompany.

As the glare ends and the smile fades,
She turns away and the feeling dies,
But the bliss stays forever,
Her curse burned upon me forever.

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