A stolen glance and nervous smile,
Shaky hellos, through which you beguile.
“Tell me about yourself?” you ask,
And my weak heart did bask,
In the glow of eyes so attentive,
that they totally missed the motive.
Pen and paper did align,
on a slip of credit to be signed,
Until I was stuck looking for eyes so blue,
in a totally unaffordable pair of Jimmy Choos.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy