What a Man sees in a
Woman’s face
Is so much more than
she could imagine, or realise
In that moment.
One glance reveals a
soft endearing sweet tenderness,
Too easily crushed
An involuntary blush
in her cheeks,
Is the beginning of
many a daydream
A squint in deep dark
eyes,
Reveals an
intelligence that could fill galaxies
And could be the
secret to unlocking her desirous laugh
A downward glance is
surely both sides of a precious coin,
Shy idiosyncrasies
and a wit that is bright as the noon sun
The turn of a head
belies some of her underlying steel
At this the man
becomes aware of the danger
What can enchant can
hurt, what hurts feels hurt
And yet this thought
is quickly displaced by the promise
Of hearing her voice.
Words are the sixth dimension that
Could confirm, or
forever abolish the Above.
What a Woman sees in
a Man’s face,
Is not to be
revealed, as yet…
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