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The Walk
How I do love to see the light hit your hair.
It glows so bright, just as my love for you.
You have a certain "Je Nai Se Quoi' when you walk.
You seem to glide, as if walking on air and the ground pushes itself away from you.
When you walk past me, I inhale softly and quickly so I can retain your essence.
It is a beautiful odor that I will not forget.
When someone else walks past me with the same essence I always turn around to see if its you, most of the time is it not. So I get discourage.
Yes, I watch you, sometimes from a distance and sometimes up close.
You do not notice me, but I'm adoring your walk.
Aw... I liked this!
Aw... I liked this!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "