Love origin By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Passing time without a care,
see one thing that brings a stare.
White glimmer in her hair, can't resist the glare.
Why don't I know her, I feel like a square.
Am I more than just unaware?
Gain the courage before the stop at Times Square,
it's my one chance to ignite this unknown love affair.
I move in swiftly and consistently prepare.
I will not fail this time I swear.
One last straightening swipe through the hair.
She does the same, does she also care?
As I move in close I realize its like a mirage from Vanity Fair,
this woman has the looks to rise my sensory hair.
Greetings were made, and lives compared.
Suddenly I feel like we were distinctly paired.
We exchange numbers and I no longer feel obscure,
this is how I know I care. She makes me feel as though I am cured.
Innocent love so pure, will the banks become murky or stay clear?
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