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Anxious Moments

Erik Hartley

 

Quietly she sits

Both beautiful and deceptive

She is unknown to me

Her thoughts are foreign

Her presence makes no excuses

The blue eyes make me ache

Our eyes collide if by fate

They welcome mine adoringly

Perspiration accompanies my quickened heart

Honey hair gets pushed behind her ear

The corners of her lips rise

As does she

I fall in love everyday