She was just a lass
Of maybe fourteen or more
But there was something intriguing
I could not ignore
Twas the shape of her eyes
And the way her brow lay
What nationality was she
How could I say
Her skin was fair and fine
Her hair black as night
Freckles on her face
Threw me off to the right
Just then a lady sat down
And reduced my frown
A dead ringer for the girl
But two generations down
Small and petite
And not the same shape
But eyes said it all
They could not escape
Definetly Asian
For that I am sure
Beautiful eyes
And that Worldly door...........