My eyes are drawn
by your look of wonder.
You tilt your head
and I can tell what
you're thinking.
"What's different about her?",
your mind speaks.
The usual faraway look
or frown of concentration
has disappeared.
Today,
all smiles and crinkled eyes,
my mind has reached
it's destination.

Lindsey Milton 1994

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