No chirpy birds were singing, <br /> No flowers were in bloom, <br />But the sun nonetheless was pleasing <br /> On that warm September noon. <br />It was the time of innocence, <br /> Nay, more of wild abandon, <br />And youthful hearts were prone <br /> To early pricks of Cupid's arrow. <br /> <br /> —T'was on that warm September <br /> Shelly looked at me and smiled. <br /> <br />Her hair fell down in glorious waves <br /> That danced along the wind; <br />They compliment those eyes, <br /> So full of charm and mystery. <br />A boy can't help but be spellbound <br /> If once caught unaware, <br />And on that mesmerizing smile, <br /> He'd chance a foolish stare. <br /> <br /> —I risked a stare, lo and behold, <br /> Shelly looked at me and smiled. <br /> <br />Perhaps it was September warmth, <br /> Or blame it on my youth, <br />But by some stupid valor, <br /> I walked steadfastly then stood <br />In front of her to give <br /> Three crimson roses which expressed <br />My heart's content; she silently accepted <br /> ‘Fore she left. <br /> <br /> —A couple paces past when <br /> Shelly looked at me and smiled. <br /> <br />But that was then, how swift time flies, <br /> Many a decade hence; <br />The corners of my eyes now creased <br /> By years of decadence. <br />Yet looking back among my faded, <br /> Yellowed memories, <br />That warm September noon stands out <br /> With so much prejudice. <br /> <br /> —At least, even just once then, <br /> Shelley looked at me and smiled<br /><br />Robert Uy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shelly-looked-at-me-and-smiled/
