I did not know just who she was;
I did not really care.
I knew I’d have to meet her when
I saw her standing there.
Her eyes were soft and beautiful,
As blue as perfect skies.
She never had to say a word,
I saw it in her eyes.
Those soft smiling eyes of hers
Were smiling right at me.
They had a glow of happiness
That no one else could see.
Those soft smiling eyes I still
Remember to this day,
For once she had me in her sight,
I couldn’t get away.
Nov. 7, 1990
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