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Aerial McAdams Jan 2015
Her
Her bare feet grazed the green grass
As she danced with the wind,
A smile raised upwards towards the sun
That was reflecting itself off her blue eyes.

Wild flowers crowned her curly brown hair,
Each as unique and beautiful as she was.
Her laugh seemed to reach the clouds
Where her lovely mind laid.

Freckles spotted her tan face;
And for once I believed they may just be
Proof of where angels had once placed
Their heavenly lips.

A million cliches filled my mind
As a million butterflies filled my stomach.
Wonder struck, I stared at this piece of perfection
And fell unconditionally, undoubtedly in love.

— The End —