Her face, 'twas all but hidden from my sight
Just behind that light and silken fan
The only thing I could behold: two eyes,
And oh! Most beautiful of all the land!
A wooded brown, but so alight with fire!
I could only dream up her 'gelic face.
Simply melting my heart of tempered iron,
She stole it then, just leaving want in place.
Hidden by that dark blue, black-laced fan,
She ran her fiery eyes over my form
Reduced to puddle I was, no more man,
Oh, f'only if those eyes turned not to scorn!
Alas, the prize that could never be mine:
The girl behind the fan whose eyes did shine.
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/meladegypsie/486102928/
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Another bit I originally did on a recent Daily Writing prompt
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