eyes

for a lonely lass
without a way
it meant the world
to hear this wise man say

my eyes danced as he has never
before seen
and the smile on my face was
one to match their gleam

he was downtrodden
and crusted in dirt
be reassured from outside
the note of what causes my hurt

while this man was not strapping
and had not a chance
our brief exchange of words
and complements was a sensual dance

i can wish him the world as his breath
reeked of booze
that it is not too late to unearth his passions
and at this fork it was for him to choose

and never again will i see him though his
well wishes must resound
with eyes like these there is not a chance i
will turn around