Passing glances
Unintentionally
Casually
Like a shepherd
Looking at his herd
None receiving a particular look

That particular special glance
That intentional gaze
A gaze that speaks of a lifetime
A glance that communicates volumes
That causes my field of dandelions to brighten
And butterflies to fly all around

Little did I know how miserable it can be
As fleeting as it believed to be
A stubborn feeling
Ain't languid...