The Moon, Her Eyes.

[E.A Rumfield]

I found her later that night.
Under the beckoning moon.
Immersed in its glow.
Like a gentle hand, caressing
her slender frame.
I was lost in time, minutes
passed by.
“The first thing I noticed about you
was the love in your eyes. Never in
my life had I seen such a sight. “
She looked up at me and with
a puppy dog sigh, fluttered
those eyes.
“Now I can tell someone occupies
them, and you are as beautiful as
ever.”
She brushed her hair out of the
way and I studied her face.
The dimple in her chin, that
little freckle under her nose.
Her eyes as bright and wide
as the moon.
“I just want to know, is it me?”