Chance Encounter

Marian Jones 

You turn and walk towards me;

That old twinkle in your eye.

I recognize you straight away

And the years go flashing by.

You were so very handsome

When we were young and free;

You still retain your looks,

Though some wrinkles I can see.

When I gaze into your eyes

I seem to see a longing there.

Is it imagination,

Or do you really care?

Once more we'd met by chance,

Had fate decreed it so?

Do you need my love again

Or shall I let this moment go?

Is it nothing but a dream;

A foolish fantasy?

Yet when I look into your eyes

My soul's reflection I can see.

 Marian Jones 

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