In a red coat she walked on black high heel shoes <br />In a crowded street between men with neckties <br />As we passed by she cast a casual glance at me <br />And I admired her radiant almond eyes. <br /> <br />Once on a sunny afternoon in late August <br />I saw her again in a park under blue skies <br />The wind moved gently lacy cirrus clouds <br />And I adored her graceful Asian eyes. <br /> <br />My ancestors did not build the Great Wall <br />Nor did they belong to ranks of Samurais <br />But when the Moon rises west of the Silk Road <br />I dream about the girl with comely oblique eyes. <br /> <br />As the years slip by and we grow old together <br />We walk hand in hand on fields of butterflies <br />Why do you love me? She asks and I tell her: <br />For your beautiful soul and your slanted eyes.<br /><br />Paul Hartal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slanted-eyes-yeux-brid-s/
