better remembered forgotten

I must confess that
those deep blue eyes reminded me of that Frank Sinatra charm
that so deeply captivated me on those lonely nights.
like fire,
it burned into me.
those eyes beamed and smiled and
charmed,
how could it of been so unusual, when typically it's been usual.
one deserves better, I assume.
but the kind go with their kind,
and being as I am,
classy,
I have begun to lose when I never learned to begin.