They’re the kind anybody would lack the words to describe
I’m no exception anyway
They’re not the hazel colour that Sidney Sheldon talks of
They ain’t the turquoise eyes Anita Shreve writes of all time
They’re the normal black and white
And that’s more to say
That it’s not about the colour
Her eyes sport this crystal feature
That baffles the hell out of me when I’m staring in them
Sometimes I look in her eyes and see myself
She so much reminds me of a ‘mother confessor’- just that she looks life other than truth into me
No one makes me so helpless
And so effortlessly
I’m trying my best to be good enough
And not say all about that pair of art pieces
Lest she got known by everyone
Well, I don’t want you to know her yet
So I’ll move on to her hair
Which I also can’t say much about
I’m becoming a pain now, ain’t I?
What is it I’m hiding,you ask
I’m protecting my interests, trust me, I am.
In how do I even start this
For hair, she’s got strands of the finest stuff my fingers have ever stroked
And it’s not like she let’s me do that
Know anything about stealing opportunities?
Well if that was a yes, you quite know what I mean
And I bet you should know more about forbidden fruit😉
There’s this thing about that hair
That my fingers itch to let you read
But my interests itch more to not let you….
Lest I made her known.
What do I move on to now
She’s not the much sought after ‘rangi ya thao’
I’m not sure if she’s dark or lightskin
But you know men are colourblind😎
At least I should be right now😁…
Who opts for a handshake instead of a hug
Edward’s the answer😅
You most certainly don’t know what it feels like
To hold that hand a couple split-seconds more..
Wonderworld….. No.. heaven … .no.. Utopia?
I don’t know, I dont☺
Seven days is quite a long wait I know
But there’s this thing linguists decided to call ‘ unavoidable cicumstances’. Now you’re getting me I know. So apparently, the rest of the 180 lines, from where I left, contained too much of, lemme call it ‘unpublishworthy content’ and a lot of what I think would have let her identity out..☺ which I don’t want yet. So I had to start editing and trust me editing takes more energy than the writing itself ….well, at least for me😁 word replacement, omission, line addition, re-reading and all that hectic stuff, but here we are.. and my hopes lie on the belief that you’re loving part two of this piece…
Anyway, is this what falling in love feels like?. Lemme know..
I think I’m