How Was I To Blame? Poem by Ma Aileen Canizares Salibay

How was I to blame?
With those pretty eyes I see,
I feel trap in Medusa's lair;
I turn to stone when you stare.

How was I to blame?
With those tiny dimples
dancing at the corner of your lips,
sure they tame a lady's name.

How was I to blame?
Your smile is a promise of hope,
sparking my light within
and burning fears in the vault.

How was I to blame?
The harder I shun
the more obtuse I become
like Icarus flying near the sun.


How was I to blame?
You are the poem
I do wish to own
and would really love to call "my own."