A Woman's Gaze

OK, so my first recorded attempt at poetry, and what better way to start than with a sonnet!

What is in a woman's gaze,
that gaze, like the morning haze.
Beauty's lashes when they flutt'r
halt Hermes! Hear him stutter?
The lips, the hips, the lovers
bemoan! Like many that hov'r,
they overlook the red thorns
beneath glaring green adorns.
The gaze, the gaze, morrow's haze,
so thick, it arrests Apollo's rays.
Stun like the King of Snakes,
from eyes like of the great sphinx.
Yet there is nothing, no reason for this stupor;
the sight is but in the eye of the beholder.

Himanshu Sahni

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