I saw him talking to her
His eyes were following her every word
As through they were small pearls
And he was just a small boy
Trying not miss one
Joy radiating from his face
But she was too happy in her tale
her eyes not pausing enough
On his face, to see his radiant look
Regardless, his sight was fixated on her
Was it ignorance or bliss
That made his focus hers only
Maybe someone else,
who catches my gaze on him, will know?
