When I saw her, I’d felt weak,

and a slight buckle in my knee

 

She smiled so big, she had froze

me–I was locked into her gazes,

though yet she beamed through

my owns’ so tenderly, so warmly

 

And though I’d knew best to not

stare there for too long, I would;

When she cut away our pathway,

and her beams put on elsewhere;

As I stood there like a goon, I not

knew whether I’d froze or melted.