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