29 April 2012
"What's your name?" the girl asks,
And Marcus forgot,
His first and last name, no, he cannot,
Remember his color,
Or his book that's of choice.
It seems that our friend,
Has now lost his voice.
The girl smiles slightly,
And sips from her cup.
"What did I do that
would make you shut up?
My laugh? Is that all?
Really, that's strange.
My laugh isn't special,
You must be deranged."
"No!" he yells out.
All customers stare.
"It's really quite scary,
How much you don't care,
About yourself,
And how wonderful you are!"
And then Marcus gulps.
Has he gone too far?
The girl, well she blinks.
Gulps more of her drink.
It seems that she needs,
Some time to think.
Marcus stares at his feet,
And calls himself dumb.
He picks off some dirt
That is stuck to his thumb.
The girl says nothing,
And Marcus regrets,
Saying that to the girl,
But things aren't done yet!
"Thank you," she whispers.
And then the girl stands.
"Where is my order?"
A woman demands.
But Marcus can't speak,
Because this girl now,
Has her arms 'round him, tighter
Than he'd ever allow.
And he does not ever
Want to let his girl go.
Without her he feels,
Just lower than low.
But now he is soaring,
Higher than the blue skies.
All because of the girl.
The girl with those *eyes*.
The Girl With Those *Eyes* (P13) • Opuss № I