At First Sight

Her eyes were not of only one hue: Green, with little flecks of gold imbued, All edged with halos of brightest blue Her smile revealed warmth, humor, and grace; Hers was the beauty for which he craved; This he knew, having studied her face, Learned the details, hadn’t ever changed, For this, a truth now penned upon page: Lady in portrait can never age He turned the photo this way and that, Marveled again how her eyes kept track, Following his: this, he wished was fact From whence had it come? Let’s take a look: Picture fell from a library book; Shelved it quite quick, the story forsook A lonely heart pierced through by Cupid; His friends declared that he was stupid When sought her name, asked if they knew it Rachel, Leah, or something like that? “Have you checked, perhaps it’s on the back?” He flipped it over, hadn’t thought that Nothing was there, not even a mark He sulked away and went to the park; Lost in his thoughts, he heard a sharp bark A leash dropped upon seeing a squirrel He caught her and read: dog’s name was Pearl “Thank you,” he heard—the photographed girl!! His mouth gaped and his cheeks became red; Regained composure, said, “Hi, I’m Ned” She sat, they talked; month later, they wed Ned’s tale above may seem a bit trite, But what if it’s real? What if I’m right? Believe in it: true love at first sight