Mesmeric Brown Eyes

Meeting you made my day...
and though there's much to say,
I'd undoubtedly say too much.
My heart you could easily touch.

I heard caring in your voice
and that truth is your choice.
Gossipy quips didn't interest you,
and yet their inferences knew...
kindness despite intelligence's great.
You'd surely not engage in debate
wrought by persons only to impress.

I felt you had/have more heart.
Your sincerity gave me a start...
beginning a fondness I'd feel
if what I imagine of you is real.
Are you real... and may I see you?

I promise I'm a gentleman, too...
in addition to meaning you well.
I work hard; only truths tell;
seek God for my duties & direction;
and am very choosy in selection.
I'm lonely for persons with soul
because so many've no ethic role...
for themselves only are living.
Little truth are they giving.

So not just mesmeric brown eyes,
your directness made me realize
how rare a lady you may be.

I'd be honoured if you felt free
to call me; to lunch, dance, or dine.
So enchante, mucho gusto, pleased
as by precious hope I was seized.

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