Every time his eyeballs moved in my direction,
The tomboy in me would fade away, and the coyish girl would dance in euphoria.
Among all the fanciable men, he stood well grown in his head.
His sanguinity and rational thoughts never ceased to bewitch me.
His inscrutable eyes gave me no clue.
Did he feel the same way? Or was it only in my head?
Not lust but I was not sure if it was love.
In delusion and hesitation, the moment was lost.
I have moved on.
But for sure, I knew, I would never find those soul-piercing eyes in another man.
Moment Lost
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