Saturday, October 23, 2010

she loves me, she loves me not

something had changed in the air,
his gaze held, steady; a poignant stare
prior it seemed, he had never noticed
the curl of her lip, the scent of her hair

                          . . .

though subtle, something in her sensed 'friends' was now blurred
his vision had distorted, 
he claimed it was his heart she stirred

whenever did this come about?
how did it occur?
her cheeks flushed, flattered; crimson burned
...for she knew...
the affection he offered could not be returned

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