I noticed her in the room
Pretty, happy
She looks at me fondly
But yet I'm not sure
I glance at her and smile
She turns away quickly
Her interests are of the like
They pace my growing heart
Where does this liking fall for me?
I glance at her again
She was looking at me
She was my dream
My wish
If only it would come true.

09/25/2001

Posted on 09/25/2001
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