Ringlets

Gosh, I wish I could tell you that I wrote this about someone, but alas, I did not.

Ringlets of coppery hair cascade
around deep, pastel eyes -
a window to the soul
from the very bond we made
and I sit, spellbound;
Lost within the attraction...
Heeding naught time, which flies
As I scarcely register its toll
or debts waiting to be paid;
Sweet, sweet satisfaction!
Memorie sears my mind
crying, sometimes kind.