Sad scene

Her deep brown eyes shone the colour 

Of maple syrup when the sunlight illuminated them, 

And her shining hair 

Went from bronze to honey-coloured, 

She had a mature elegance, 

And an exquisite grace, 

Like the autumn season 

But her youthful laugh,

And innocent smile 

Reminded me of the spring 

I saw a young man drawn to her,

Gazing at her longingly,

With his watery blue eyes like a lake so sad you could drown in it,

Mesmerized by her beauty,

His heart must having sounded like 

A wailing flute playing a mournful tune 

A haunting melody 

He could hardly conceal his agony 

She was warm to him as she was to all, 

But to him this was indifference, cold as ice

She was radiant as the sun, 

And he was brooding

As the broken-hearted do 

When looking at the moon 

Here was a poetic sight,

And I thought it a sad scene