Sitting Over There

I see her sitting over there I have seen her somewhere else I swear, But, where was it at, I wonder about that At her I did continually stare. I remember the look of her hair I know I've seen it before but, where, You don't forget a color or a style, it's a smile As I see her sitting over there. I remember the look of her eyes with care I thought of her as a temptress in a chair, Into them I have explored, them I have adored As I see her sitting over there. I remember her fragrant scent in the air I remember that aroma I swear, It brought back sweet memories, of the seas As I see her sitting over there. I still see her sitting over there At her I still do wonder and uncontrollably glare, But, now I finally do recall, where her I once saw She was a plead in my prayer. Randy L. McClave