'Twas never tenderness <br />nor something in myself <br />that prompted me to do <br />what you found so adorable. <br /> <br />You said I was unlike <br />the others who had ogled <br />and tried their little tricks <br />like crafty spiders just to lure <br />another prize into their nets <br />until all blood was sucked <br />from lusty veins of chance. <br /> <br />There is not anything <br />spectacular about the likes of me <br />but I shall now reveal to you <br />just what it was that caused <br />the supercalifragilistic joy <br />when you, of all the ones who count <br />directed lovely hazel eyes <br />at no one but myself. <br />I have a simple explanation, <br />it was the purest of all loves.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hazel-eyes-2/
