At First Glance

At first glance,

I swore I became blind

By the sight of dazzling,

And flawless, lovely perfection

Of musical movement that swayed

My adolescent blue eyes.

 

At first glance,

I thought I had a glorious trance,

But then I have come to realize

My eyes perceived a realm of honesty

And truthful beauty

Beyond any imagination and mankind.

 

At first glance,

The extension of shiny, light auburn thread

With an addition of coffee-tainted conviction

Triggered my cranium to blossom,

And my five senses

To rise light years of levels

That even I am still clueless to this day.

 

At a second glance, and many glances after,

I travel back to that beginning memory

Of that significant, debuting day

When I saw the first grace of promenade

With light auburn thread

And coffee-tainted conviction

This poem is about: 
Me

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