Ploy... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Into your eyes

I feel like soaring into skies,

Looking deep

How do I keep,

From your smile

All the while,

Just say hello

Listen to the cello,

Play a tune

Before noon

Quell the laughter

But I'm still lost even after,

Dark saucers lit up

Bright, I'm the happiest pup,

Lap up the joy

Milk cup hide my ploy,

Find any reason for a meet

Just short of a miraculous feat,

You leave your impression

Most subtle suggestion,

Admire the grace

The beauty of your face...

(11/22/2012)