The eyes the color of deep green,
Reminded me of a ripening field of grain
I looked into the depths of her soul
There were secrets that had not been told.
I was pulled deeper and deeper into her life
Into the very depths of her strife.
Then she spoke, refocused me on her face
The words that were spoken left no trace
Of the melancholy that I saw there
What had happened to this maiden fair?
Her heart was an open book to me,
‘Twas never plain for others to see.
Her hair the color of flaxen wheat and ripened berries
Her mind held the answers to a thousand queries.
I reached out to touch that hair so fine
And wished that I could call her mine.
But I could see that her spirit was not harnessed
And any change in that would serve to tarnish.
The body that I held was smooth and rounded
With its simplicity I was astounded.
Her mind so complex, her eyes so knowing
Problems and answers her body never showing.
Her curves right there for me to touch and learn.
The answers to it all, only she could discern.
She left me standing there alone that day.
My only offer, a game she was not about to play.
I walked away changed, yet haunted by my introduction.
For I knew she held the power of seduction.
Those eyes of impossible green, lips of ruby red.
Away from her, ever regretful, I would tred.
© 1997 jamdoss@aol.com
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