West Side Story Love

Talking to a friend amidst the crowd, He asked me a question quite aloud; Yet my eyes were met by your own Locked together as if they were sewn. It was only a matter of time, The chattering mouths around us all but mime. Turning back to face a friend at my side, My lack of attention I had tried to hide.

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