What chord did she pluck in my soul
that girl with eyes of dark emerald
& a smile that stuns and cusps like sunlight so--
those eyes like deep ocean
with horizon stretching long and ever
makes me a captain whose feet, on land,
thirst and itch for comfort--
those smile like thinly sliced apple
Or at times like Greek marbles sculpted
makes my heart breathes
in gasps and stutters--
O my soul,
what chord did she pluck
that I am still stunned
enchanted.