Charades

Her eyes, more sacred than gemstones,
Shone innocently towards the light,
Their symmetry was absolute:
Impossible to capture by mere artists,
The pupils were so dignified;
A souvenir of majesty.

She caught my glance and smiled,
It penetrated my defences,
Her beauty had stolen my thoughts,
My mind was unorganised;
I regressed back to childhood momentarily,
Reduced to a gibbering imbecile.

I realised and tried to look mature,
It was no good, it was a charade,
Self indulgent tears filled my eyes,
My inadequacy was my tragedy,
My lover just stared at me with those eyes,
It was ignorance I wished to revel in.