Mystery


His eyes she tells,
are like a mystery,
Do they lead to hell?
Or a world of fantasy?

She looks him up, an epiphany revealed
Then suddenly looks down,
Due to the eyes with amazement concealed,
That utters no word, but describe every sound.

She wonders what he thinks,
As she catches a better glimpse,
And wonders if he winks,
Will it give her a hex, create a mystical jinx?

Does she fear this man,
Does she fear his hand,
Does she fear she can,
Spend eternity in his land?

This is what makes women hesitate,
They fear the worst,
Which prevents them to participate,
In a world of opportunity, never a curse.

If you only trust,
These mysterious eyes,
You'll find lust,
Where the mystery lies.....