Just look, what thoughts go through her mind
When she looks at me, though just glimpses
Could she want to know me more
What does she look for that excites her mind
Do I fulfill all those sensual thoughts she might have
Just this one chance moment in time
Is that look that smile a sign to me
I now feel breathless, could this be true
This angel with eyes so blue, a faint perfume lingers
As she steps on to the platform and disappears
I am left alone to wonder,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gone, in an instance' s glimpse....but long thought about, thereafter.....I invite you to read Slowdancing With Strangers...as this hinted of a familiar emotion. Finding your work to be quite enjoyable.