Forget-me-nots of her Eyes

勿忘我的眼睛

The almost transparent, thin skin of a very young face flushed with a blush. The forget-me-nots of her eyes were adjacent to a pink petunia neatly woven into her hair. I was looking at her and could not look away. Love requires a certain naivety. She had it. It is a gift of God. Once you lose it, you will never return it.