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.

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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. "