Dec 2012

We strolled along the sidewalk,
only one thing on my mind,
I wondered if she knew my wish,
whether she’d respond in kind.
We loitered on in silence,
as the butterflies made a home,
overwhelmed by heart’s yearning,
I could not limit passion to roam.
So I turned to her beautiful face,
and basked in her glistening eyes;
I knew this was the moment,
that I’d surmount the Everest high.
“What’s the matter,” she asked,
as my cheeks blushed bright red pale.
“Nothing important,” I replied,
and continued walking along,
in my secret fairy tale.

Daniel Fowler
Written by
Daniel Fowler  Georgia
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