When she smiles that smile she smiles
The one that stirs and beguiles
Under the skin, inside the mind
It ties my eyes to her; they bind.
She knows not and cares much less
So I stay and not confess
How I feel or think or know:
I stand back and watch her go.
A shame we live in these days
Where I must watch what I say
For what was once called romance
Is consigned to fate, mere chance.
These words you won’t see or read
Or know they speak of my need
To have you look in my way
And return romance today.
© Kris Blackburn 16/12/2015