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[aid] => mick
[title] => Slave To Her Smile
[time] => 2011-09-23 10:36:49
[hometext] => Have you ever glimpsed somebody then hoped against hope that you'd see them again?
[bodytext] => Slave To Her Smile I stand again outside the library Staring at that place in the street. Frightened to close my eyes in case I miss it, That smile, those eyes. My eyes burn from the continued opening and I am forced to blink. Water seeps from aching lids and I know not whether they might be tears. She has not returned or did she fly past when I rested my overworked pupils? Frustration as I remember her once again. How could I forget? Standing there, a turn of the head; Hair bright as the sun shimmering in the warmth of the day. The smile that burnt its way to the back of my retina Etching forever an image in my mind; One I cannot expunge from my memory – but why should I want to? Perfection. An involuntary movement of the facial muscles That would drive a man to move mountains, to achieve the unachievable. Eyes, jewels of opalescence like lasers flashing and burning into your skull. She could never be mine but now I am her befuddled slave; Doomed to eternity to stand at this place, at this exact time; Hoping against hope that I catch a glimpse of the unattainable beauty As she hurries by engulfed by the crowd but never forgotten. I am lost to her. Goddess of Anonymity. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 224 [topic] => 48 [informant] => aliopterix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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