THE LOOK

THE LOOK

There is a special kind of light in her eyes

Perhaps a twinkle, and more than a glow

But then again, how could any really know

When holding her gaze, it’s seeing the prize

Their effect on me is almost to hypnotise

As I am lost in a deep and wondrous void

Yet I’m sure no ruse nor trick is employed

And in others, I can almost hear their sighs

Such power and influence hangs in the air

The effect is magnetic and drawing me in

And is a most strange yet wonderful, affair

Leaving me helpless with such a silly grin

Always surprised, with no time to prepare

And I feel the ruffling of hairs on my skin