Their eyes were locked in steely gaze,
That briefly froze the blood in his veins,
His heart was pounding within his chest,
So the blood could reach his brains with food,
His pituitary dropped a cocktail of confusing hormones,
As he struggled to decide what to do,
She broke the contact in their gaze,
Helplessly dainty she walked away,
Almost towards the guy but yet not,
Almost completely aloof,
But interested enough in her demeanor,
To hold the mystery in the air,
Then as she passed him by with lips pursed,
And then loosened into a charmingly magnetic smile,
One which lit the air in that southern wing,
Plucking memories from the past,
And painfully displaying them before him,
With a sigh which burned as it eased into the pleasant air
of spring,
He remembered how he had called her wicked and the vilest
names,
Dismissing her for being no good,
And then now she really walks away in effortless grace,
Escorted to the waiting Limousine,
The poor guy stood there planted,
Unable to move left or right,
Not an inch forward or backwards,
Gazing left him dazed,
Wishing he could right a past now irrevocably gone,
Whispering to himself,
Indeed great oaks from little acorns do grow,
Train your vision to be good to the small ugly looking seed.
Brussels © November 2014 afesehngwaHilary
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