October 2, 1990

117. Things You Said

What I saw in subtle eyes;
     Where are you now?
What do you know of me
     To say you hate me?
When I look to your smile,
     Your eyes trail away.
I speak caring words
     And you remain silent.
And after such brief seconds
     We smiled together,
     You wish to never again.
Dear girl, my intentions are clear
     So why do you abhor me so?
Had I known something so small
     Was so great in your eyes,
     I t’would have rested hands in pocket.
What has happened shall always be,
     And I beg forgiveness,
     But the future may always change;
     It is up to you.

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