From across that tiny room, your gaze locks into mine and I begin to falter--
I pull my eyes away, hoping your attention will wander, but no such luck.
My palms begin to sweat; I see my flaws more sharply.
How can you be interested in me?
You're far too sophisticated, suave and debonair--
I could never fit into your life.
Yet what I see in your eyes looks so much like love I would be willing to try.
After all, aren't I just as good as any other woman you might meet?
© 1982 TDD
No comments:
Post a Comment