I remember the song in my head
When I first saw you,
The way you laughed
And how your eyes grew.
How I tried to read the tattoos
On your sandled feet,
the way I prayed for
Our eyes to meet.
The way I listened
To hear your name,
How I wished you'd look my way.
I remember wondering
How to approach you,
Perhaps by commenting on
Something you say or do.
I remember your voice,
And how it seemed to reach for me.
It sounded so simple,
Yet soft and intriguing.
With each second
My curiosity grew.
I don't know what it was,
But there was something about you.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
I remember the song in my head
When I first saw you,
The way you laughed
And how your eyes grew.
How I tried to read the tattoos
On your sandled feet,
the way I prayed for
Our eyes to meet.
The way I listened
To hear your name,
How I wished you'd look my way.
I remember wondering
How to approach you,
Perhaps by commenting on
Something you say or do.
I remember your voice,
And how it seemed to reach for me.
It sounded so simple,
Yet soft and intriguing.
With each second
My curiosity grew.
I don't know what it was,
But there was something about you.
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