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Right now,
I believe I have no name.
Right now,
I could probably write a 351 page book on how I am nothing
on how we are all nothing
and pass as very intelligent,
very entitled psychologist
who knows so much more than you.
This took way too long to write
Wondering what that feeling is that is so intriguing ,
Why haven't I felt this way before,
His big brown eyes that smile when he looked at me,
Just as I noticed him walking through the dealership door,
I'm frozen in time and memorized by his hands holding the key,
the key that's opening doors and breaking down walls to my soul
To-day isn't about automobiles it's about my heart, it's about me.
I'm mesmerized by his body and spirit,  knowing I must concentrate by his practical goal.
I can feel my heart pounding  thinking as if he could hear it.
As I look to him to give my presentation, loss for words as my body takes it's part
Again and again I'm searching for words, thinking , feeling like a idiot,
walls going up all around me, fears of the past surrounds me, shutting down my heart.
He's the one, never felt like this before, my heart and body is taking on a new feeling,
Part of me wants to turn to run and the other part of me wants him to take me in his arm.
I'm trying to concentrate why he's here, Can't he see it's about me and not the dealing.
He's a mechanical engineer from the cities and I'm just a women that has lived in the county on the farm.
Two worlds so different but yet so much the same, I want to get to know him, this is no game.
I can't breath, Fear stops people from moving forward if they don't take that chance
Standing so close to him and looking in his eyes watching his mouth as he speaks, listening to his manly voice.
Just turn and run, your not his type I tell my self, Every excuse except having courage to stay in the dance.
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