The first time she had seen him.
She was captivated by his eyes.
So warm and so devilishly dreamy.
They were as blue as a summer’s sky.
... The second time she had seen him.
His smile melted her heart. His teeth
so pearly white. Lips so kissable and soft.
They were like a work of art.
The third time she had seen him.
She stood right next to him. He smelled
just good enough to eat. His mussels
ripped from deep within.
The fourth time she had seen him.
She found the courage to say hi. She
was very disappointed by his meanness,
he ended up one nasty guy.
The last time she had seen him
She had to look within herself
She realised looks are just not everything
Her lesson was well learned.