She has a delicate face;
casts her eyes downward;
I noticed her mascara;
her eyes would be the brighter for it.
I saw the crescent of her eyelashes,
the curve of her cheek;
she was not speaking then
and did not know I was looking at her.
I was slightly behind
and to one side,
and formed an opinion
based on that view alone.
I fell in love
based on that view alone:
the delicacy of her fine-boned face,
her downcast eyes.
To me, they spelt gentleness or fragility.
In life, there are a few occasions that are urgent,
that are, like the lighting of a match,
brilliant flashes.
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