Beauty

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    Beauty


    She waltzes into a room like she is walking on air
    So light on her feet
    Eyes so blue, her hair glimmering, her skin so fair
    Is it me she is wanting to meet?
    Her gaze roves here and there
    Her attention is captured by many men
    I wonder if she may be aware
    Of just how taken
    I am with her presence
    How could she possibly miss the glance or two
    Her confidence
    Lets her hide her emotions through and through
    I want to reach out to touch her, to ask her for a kiss
    But I know this isnt the time or place
    There is too much noise, too much distraction
    To embrace
    Her with my overwhelming attraction
    I fear she may reject my advances
    That she may pull away
    So I will take my chances
    Perhaps another day
    I will bide my time for now
    Wait until she has had her fun
    Then let her know somehow
    I am the one

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Prize72’s Poems (16)

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    Us Again 0
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    Determined I am 0
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    Fine China 0
    You and Me 0
    No longer 0
    Maximum Security 0
    Hush 0
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