The Glass

I did not ask to love you.
I do not even know you.
I only see you through the glass.
That is where I touch your beautiful face,
See your tempting smile, and I yearn.... to
Know you better.

Is it really what I see in your eyes? The crystalized
Heart and flagrant compassion rise like the blazing
Sun, on a hazy day. Oh, I feel hypnotized by the glass,
So mesmerized, it all seem like a lucid dream.

I did not ask to love you. I do not even know you; but
My heart beat faster and faster as I see your face through
The glass.


By: Margareth Debrosse