Hazel Eyes
Those hazel eyesI do remember
Meeting in the
Elevator.
I was eighteen
He was twenty-four.
Taken, I recall
I felt like I could fall.
I'd never seen someone
Who looked quite like him.
After conversation
Did not see the time
A-wastin'
He told me he thought that
He was gonna waste
So he did marry
In a haste
To someone else.
I never cried
Like I did cry
That day.
He motioned the quartet
Reminding me of what he set
In the beauty of his music for me
And I wept.
He drove a little beetle-bug
And during winter, he was snug
In turtlenecks
To hide his body
That he didn't like
But I did!
When I hear the flute
I think of how he sounded
When I was too mute
To say
I loved him.
8-21-09
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