I have a smile on my face as I sit and think
The pull of her eyes
Her smile
She is unaware of her effect.
I close my eyes and daydream
What it would be like
to be seen by her
She is unaware
I start to talk and lose my nerve
What a joy
To be known by her
She is
An angel unaware of herself
A blessing without pretense
A joy to behold
A spark of warmth in the cold
She is
my
wish
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1 comment:
You missed your calling!!! You should have been a poet - you could have made millions .... PUBLISH THESE!!!!!! They're too good not to!!!!! And no, I'm not laughing at them! They're brilliant :)
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