Love at First Sight

I guess you could say it was love at first sight. Even though I didn’t see her entire face. Just her eyes – two kohl-lined jewels of perfection … two sparkling gemstones perhaps a shade somewhere between the richness of caramel and the elegance of rosewood, that drifted past all they saw with an impossible combination of innocence and sensuality.

They wandered constantly, with unreal grace, revealing a million dreams and concealing a million emotions … two flawless orbs of infinite depth and bottomless mystery, sometimes – momentarily – betraying the agony of shattered dreams and unspoken words with a glaze of glistening teardrops from heaven.

So entranced was I by those mesmerising eyes that I never got past them, and before I knew it, she was gone: her Goddess-like elusiveness replaced by the blackness of the insides of my eyelids … terminating my only encounter with the girl of my dreams.