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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I still recall those two large probing eyes Framed on somewhat lean-looking oval face That had failed to get fair feedback from me, Me, a shy guy in matters feminine In a temple of reading stacked with tomes. Her eyes perhaps pretended whilst to read In a sea of students and engrossed heads, One head, mine, lost in quandary’s tight spot. A serious face that looked nigh blank, maybe, I first thought. She seemed to have seen a few More moons than me, or so it looked to me, Perhaps girls look wiser, goes grandma’s view, Or it was no more than my fecund mind, But a stone sure was cast in still water That set a series of ripples behind, And my head was in fluctuating jitter. If thinking eyes had happened to hail me, It must be taken just as random glance, My meandering mind’s fertile fancy, Or destiny's poorly choreographed dance, Upon an idling mind’s lonely shore Just when a pearl-laden boat landed there, Or just strayed there—an act of aimless oar, That appeared to my heart nigh unfair. Perhaps she came to my shore at wrong time Amidst flurry of chores the year when ends, And hurried glances were all we could steal, Or Destiny's hand meant, we just were friends, Yet, friendship never got to sink enough, God alone knows, moments melted alive, My defeated spirit fair witness was, The hour of reckoning did when arrive. Perhaps a false hope was still hanging on Tenuous threads nigh weakened and slender, And I began to think of a right way And wrong, as I delved on it to ponder. I wondered if it was heart's fluttering, Or of mind that caused almost a ship-wrack Upon our life's very first hopeful shore, And hoped happy moments might still come back. ___________________________________________ Continued, Part II Musings | 02.08.2011 | memories
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