Shelly Looked At Me and Smiled

No chirpy birds were singing, 
    No flowers were in bloom, 
But the sun nonetheless was pleasing 
    On that warm September noon.
It was the time of innocence, 
    Nay, more of wild abandon, 
And youthful hearts were prone
    To early pricks of Cupid's arrow.

	—T'was on that warm September
	Shelly looked at me and smiled.

Her hair fell down in glorious waves
    That danced along the wind; 
They compliment those eyes, 
    So full of charm and mystery.
A boy can't help but be spellbound
    If once caught unaware, 
And on that mesmerizing smile, 
    He'd chance a foolish stare.

	—I risked a stare, lo and behold, 
	Shelly looked at me and smiled.

Perhaps it was September warmth, 
    Or blame it on my youth, 
But by some stupid valor, 
    I walked steadfastly then stood
In front of her to give
    Three crimson roses which expressed
My heart's content; she silently accepted
    ‘Fore she left.

	—A couple paces past when
	Shelly looked at me and smiled.

But that was then, how swift time flies, 
    Many a decade hence; 
The corners of my eyes now creased
    By years of decadence.
Yet looking back among my faded, 
    Yellowed memories, 
That warm September noon stands out
    With so much prejudice.

	—At least, even just once then, 
	Shelley looked at me and smiled
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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