She Smiles

Across the room she sits,
a thousand worlds away.
She is innocence—harvested,
striving for a better way.

Often times I wonder,
how she came to be.
With eyes brown and wide,
that ooze with secrecy.

Many times I glance at thee,
and worse yet, you catch me.
But then you smile,
what a beautiful mystery.

October, 1997