Monica’s Eyes

Your eyes have seen my eyes and I am sure
you knew what you were seeing when they met
My thoughts, reflected thus, weren’t always pure
I still remember yours; I can’t forget
the way you watched me walk toward you one night
and how the lighting shined so I could see
your eyes from where I was, within your sight
and how your eyes saw nothing else but me
I saw you blink and then I saw you smile
I smiled back and wondered if your blink
included me. I hoped you liked my style
Although I won’t admit, you made me think
that you were well aware of what I thought
and only blinked because I had been caught.

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