Impression first is on display
Reflecting thoughts that come your way
Of intrigue, cunning, wit, and play.
A subtle glance then nonchalance
You give her time to join the dance
Without a word exchanged
She takes her glimpse
Are you a curr?
Or handsome prince.
The clock ticks twice … continues on
A song is sung… and then it’s gone.
But in your mind the tune is trapped
You saw her smile
The moment wrapped
And every thing that happens next
That song has captured… left you vexed.
There springs a canopy of memory
Shoves the past against the tide
And caution there was put aside
