Adeline and Her Sky Blue Eyes
Many said it would happen when you least expect it
Young, virile, twenty-eight, a baby in the corporate world. Not ready yet.
Until he walked into a Parisian restaurant and saw Adeline.
Her brown hair was a feature, sure, but he could not see her eyes.
Noting her straight back, coral sundress. She was probably young.
He sat at the table next to her, positioned himself to see her face.
She had sky blue eyes, like his grandmothers, and a heart-shaped chin.
Her smile illuminized the room. He was struck speechless.
Exquisite; totally beautiful. He could not stop looking at a yellow rose.
Placed in the middle of her chest; feature of her coral sundress.
Bit overdressed, strands of pearls at her neck and drop earrings.
A formal woman, someone he most likely should avoid at all costs.
Too rich for my blood, he told himself, pretending to read his book
Coral bow on the back of her veiled sun hat kept capturing his eye
He could not stop looking. She finally turned and asked him a question.
He asked, “Pardon?” “Aren’t you coming over?” She asked.
Adeline was the epitome of womanhood and enthusiasm.
He was charmed by her joyful ways and her tittering laugh
He did not have a chance his mother would tell people.
For of course she also had blue eyes like his favorite grandmother.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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