I had been looking for that ancient book <br />for quite some time. <br />And found it, paid the lady with the soulful eyes, <br />that could, if looked into when vulnerable, <br />ignite the meltdown of a man's own soul. <br /> <br />There was a book mark of inherent beauty, <br />its usefulness due to its very size, <br />and scribbled there in purple, stylish letters, <br />it gave a number, followed by the words 'call Me'. <br /> <br />So, it was true what I had noticed in the shop. <br />She'd felt it, too and acted when I stared. <br />I wonder what her hours are at work <br />and what to say to her now that we know. <br /> <br />She breathed Hello, a smokefilled rhaspy voice, <br />then she played hard to get, I thought at first. <br />I re-confirmed the loveliness of her brown eyes <br />and that we had made contact with our souls. <br /> <br />'You left a note', I said 'I'm calling you to see <br />if you would want to have a bite to eat with me', <br />(and almost said to her 'a bite of me') , <br />and then I told her that the book I bought was precious. <br /> <br />Well, she confessed that she was just a simple nun, <br />with private phone, her studies near complete. <br />She'd sold the book there early in the year <br />to buy another science work that was too dear. <br /> <br />What does one say? A nun inside a convent, <br />so non-descript in looks and other factors. <br />I was so rattled that I mentioned with conviction, <br />that eyes THAT lovely were so very hard to find. <br /> <br />Her smile was audible, her wit measured perfection. <br />She said 'Oh yes, my eyes are beautiful as jewels, <br />I have reserved them and the rest of me <br />for Jesus, it was very nice to talk to you today.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nun-at-the-antique-bookstore/
