Thinking back,
It was the eyes that did me in.
He asked me a question.
And when he turned to the sun,
They blazed a gold-brown.
The question was unremarkable,
But I remember the expression.
Worry creased his features,
A query of a girl,
Her name I’ve forgotten.
I almost forgot to answer.
In awe of such simple beauty,
Doubtful I gave a coherent reply.
And even now,
When I look into those eyes,
I see a boy who was hesitant in risking it.
Of showing his emotions,
Only to be rejected.
Afraid of a negative answer.
And when I looked into those eyes,
I knew that I would love.
Passionately.
Selfishly.
Unrequitedly.
It was the eyes that did me in.
He asked me a question.
And when he turned to the sun,
They blazed a gold-brown.
The question was unremarkable,
But I remember the expression.
Worry creased his features,
A query of a girl,
Her name I’ve forgotten.
I almost forgot to answer.
In awe of such simple beauty,
Doubtful I gave a coherent reply.
And even now,
When I look into those eyes,
I see a boy who was hesitant in risking it.
Of showing his emotions,
Only to be rejected.
Afraid of a negative answer.
And when I looked into those eyes,
I knew that I would love.
Passionately.
Selfishly.
Unrequitedly.
