Cherie Thomas Poet Light Verse

A Stare

Your eyes keep finding mine, 
they seem to meet at awkward times, 
   

     at first it was just a glance
     As playful eyes, begin to dance.  
     Constantly distracted, with each stare.  
   

Hoping I didnt see, You there,  
I did, and turned away.  Avoiding those eyes, 
that mesmerized, my day.


   I didnt want to take a chance,  
   as each stare turned more intense, 
   that mutual Feeling shared by two, 
   revealing only, what the eyes can do.  
   

I decided to Ignore them, 
and went on my normal routine.  
I found myself drifting Slowly, 
as curiosity, took a hold of me.

    Looking for those eyes
    Just a glance to pass my way.  
    Not knowing when id see You again, 
    hoping it would be today.  

Just wanting to Know more, 
beyound the silence in a look. 
my Heart almost enslaved, 
to the hold that Your stare took

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Cherie Thomas July 30, 2013 at 6:14 AM Hi Gerald,,,hmmm that's a.good question. I think it could be, a combination, of both :) thanks so much for commenting, really appreciate it:) <3 cherie

Gerald Kithinji July 30, 2013 at 5:20 AM Ah, what is that I see Is it love or the longing for love?

Cherie Thomas June 13, 2013 at 11:23 PM Lovely comment john, genuinely appreciate it thankyou my friend :0)

Pace Ink-U-Script June 13, 2013 at 7:53 PM Very lovely imagery here....well done my friend!!! Cherie Thomas July 5, 2013 at 6:53 PM Thanks so much ink appreciate your comment my friend:)

Poet Destroyer A June 13, 2013 at 6:56 PM Hello Cherie, a lovely stare to fall into. i like the enslaving moment in your poem.... much passion in your poem. always~ LINDA Cherie Thomas July 5, 2013 at 6:56 PM Hi pd that was the line. That meant the most:) thanks for commenting:)

Johnny Rhinem June 13, 2013 at 2:01 PM Watching Her Splendours Passing By, Long Velvet Legs As Flowing Hair; Crossing They While Sitting Upon The Parks Bench Texting, Or Surfing The Web Perhaps From That Her Beauty's Phone ? Tis Easy To Become Lost Within A Sense In This, `A Beautiful Creation! Let Me Know If And When They Start Swimming Through Your Spirit ~ That's When You'll Know And Very Beautiful Your Painting. Love, John