Smitten Again

Charles Macfarlane

A time and place,
A striking face,
So full of grace
Transfixed a day.

The laughing eyes
As wild as cries
In azure skies
Where falcons fly.

My heart was set,
I wished we'd met;
Could not forget,
Could not relent

Love so entrances,
Exchanging glances,
I fancied chances,
But took the stance

That, age in mind,
To her more kind
For me to grind
It out inside.

A bitter pill,
And, good or ill,
She haunts me still,
Against my will

Deep in its hole,
With empty bowl
This aging soul
Just won't grow cold.

15-17th July 2006

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