The girl
with the golden eyes
smiled at
me.
I hadn’t
expected it nor was
I adequately
prepared.
I stammered
and stuttered,
made a quick
joke, fixed my
sweater and
shifted my weight
on the balls
of my feet.
She smiled
at me again,
eyes sparkling
like sunset on
a gentle
lake, hued in amber
and bronze.
I meekly
smiled back, feeling
sheepish,
unworthy and
altogether immodest,
mildly
afraid and
excited by her attention.
She extended
her hand, a gentle
smile
gracing her visage, glittering,
in the dusky
hour before nightfall,
and I took
her hand in mine.
Her touch, a
peaceful electrifying
tremor of
calm and tenderness.
Her golden
eyes met mine, my
forehead
furrowed with mild confusion.
Her golden
eyes shimmered as she
playfully
laughed at my awkwardness.
I held her
hand a bit tighter as we walked
toward
whatever end there might be.
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