☆°▪︎ WHEN EYES MEET EYES (THAT SMILE) ▪︎°☆

I

saw

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y

o

u

.

on

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a

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train,

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.

w

h

e

r

e

.

.

eyes,

meet

eyes . . .

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I

saw

.

y

o

u

.

on

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a

.

train,

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

.

eyes,

meet

eyes . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

smile . . .

.

.

.

s

o

.

.

.

I

.

d

i

d

.

ride

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t

h

e

.

highs,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

lows,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

highs . . .

.

.

.

o

f

tossing,

tumbling

tides . . .

.

.

.

I

.

d

i

d

.

ride . . .

.

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I

.

d

i

d

.

ride . . .

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I

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d

i

d

.

ride . . .

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t

h

e

highs,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

lows,

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a

n

d

.

.

highs . . .

.

.

.

o

f

tossing,

tumbling

tides . . .

.

.

.

a

l

l

hours

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o

f

.

the

days

.

a

n

d

.

nights . . .

.

.

.

o

v

e

r

the

space

.

o

f

.

mere

moments

.

i

n

.

time . . .

.

.

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I

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d

i

d

.

ride . . .

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I

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d

i

d

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ride . . .

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I

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d

i

d

.

ride . . .

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a

l

l

hours

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o

f

.

the

days

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a

n

d

.

nights . . .

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.

.

o

v

e

r

the

space

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o

f

.

mere

moments

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i

n

.

time . . .

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o

v

e

r

the

space

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o

f

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mere

moments

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i

n

.

time . . .

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o

v

e

r

the

space

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o

f

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mere

moments

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i

n

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time . . .

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.

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a

l

l

the

while . . .

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 ~ all

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t

h

e

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while,

there

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w

a

s

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you

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a

n

d

.

I . . .

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 ~ all

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t

h

e

.

while,

there

.

w

a

s

.

you

.

a

n

d

.

I . . .

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.

.

until

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t

h

e

.

moment

.

I

.

opened

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m

y

.

eyes . . .

.

.

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 ~ until

.

t

h

e

.

moment

.

I

.

opened

.

m

y

.

eyes . . .

.

.

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a

n

d

came

.

t

o

.

realize,

.

.

w

e

.

.

were

.

n

o

.

longer

sitting

.

side

.

b

y

.

side . . .

.

.

.

I

saw

.

y

o

u

.

on

.

a

.

train,

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

.

eyes,

meet

eyes . . .

.

.

.

I

saw

.

y

o

u

.

on

.

a

.

train,

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

.

eyes,

meet

eyes . . .

.

.

.

I

saw

.

y

o

u

.

on

.

a

.

train,

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

.

eyes,

meet

eyes . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

smile . . .

.

.

.

s

o

.

.

.

I

.

d

i

d

.

ride

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t

h

e

.

highs,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

lows,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

highs . . .

.

.

.

o

f

tossing,

tumbling

tides . . .

.

.

.

I

.

d

i

d

.

fantasize,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

ride

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t

h

e

.

highs,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

lows,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

highs . . .

.

.

.

o

f

tossing,

tumbling

tides . . .

.

.

.

a

l

l

hours

.

o

f

.

the

days

.

a

n

d

.

nights . . .

.

.

.

o

v

e

r

the

space

.

o

f

.

mere

moments

.

i

n

.

time . . .

.

.

.

 ~ over

.

t

h

e

.

space

.

o

f

.

mere

moments

.

i

n

.

time . . .

.

.

.

a

l

l

the

while . . .

.

.

.

 ~ all

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t

h

e

.

while,

there

.

w

a

s

.

you

.

a

n

d

.

I . . .

.

.

.

 ~ all

.

t

h

e

.

while,

there

.

w

a

s

.

you

.

a

n

d

.

I . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

it

made

.

m

e

.

smile . . .

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

.

i

t

.

made

.

m

e

.

smile . . .

.

.

.

a

l

l

the

while . . .

.

.

.

s

o

.

.

.

I

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

never

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b

e

.

able

.

t

o

.

trade

.

t

h

e

.

lie . . .

.

.

.

even

.

i

n

.

new

places

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

.

eyes,

meet

eyes . . .

.

.

.

~ even

.

i

n

.

new

places

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

.

eyes,

meet

eyes . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

smile.

Reflection:  This is a romantic-themed poem that I wrote in May of 2025 while I was in Girona, Spain based on a real experience I had on a train while in Spain. I’m sure many of us have had passionate kinds of experiences like this. I wrote most of this poem in my hotel in Girona, Spain reflecting back, and later refined it using two haunting gems of songs: “The Strangest Thing” by George Michael and “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak. I played these songs in the background on repeat at low volume to create the “moodset” and refine the poem. If you listen to these songs at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

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