Tuesday, July 14, 1998

33. The Day II

 I admire you from afar, or as close as can be.
Just the sight of you makes me want to melt.
You smile, I smile back.
Your clear blue eyes, piercing into my 
Dark brown ones,
Leaves me like putting in your hands.
I only wish for the day when we can 
actually meet.
That day will be my chance to sweep
you off your feet.
Maybe then you'll feel the same thing I've
felt since I first saw you.
That's when I'll be able to really look into
your eyes, not just the eyes of 
But that'll all have to be your call.

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