The Influence of Feeling Noticed.

When on such a serene eve,
      such a young and lovely girl
would purport to chance a glimpse
      and perhaps flutter her nervous, cheery eyes,
what is that secret which keeps me unfraid?

Why would such an anxious and frightened heart
      as beats in this lonesome, heavy chest
suddenly choose that it should NOT freeze
      even but for a mooment, stopping my every movement
and tearing what words from my mouth
          that would chance to slip from its lips?

But a girl so young and lovely
      should not find herself with the worry
          of a lonesome fate; her cheery eyes fluttering so.
But for what misunderstood reason might
      she find to cast an envied glance as the
          one I found myself the owner of this night?

Though, this night, such a glance would not give her
      any beholded or noticeable response,
and she would part, perhaps to never glimpse
      this man again.  But he is not saddened
          but his spirits risen!

Not for her, or in necessity by her,
      but by the thought which overtook her youthful mind
that perhaps a love could reside in this heart
      that she might have one day chanced to know.
                                - end -

        - February 23, 2006