One crystal clear morning, as i was walking down the street, i saw her. I see her every morning, with the light glisting against her sun kissed skin, the perfect curls in her blonde hair, and her eyes ... her eyes are the most beautiful, Twinkling like stars in the night sky. I pass her by every morning butnot a word has been spoken. My deep desire to tell her how in love i am with her is just burried inside of me, awaiting to come out. But i overcome it, affraid of what the outcome might be i just keep it to myslef. Unspoken, uheard. This is where it begins, where my desires get the best of me. Whenshe hears my passion of love for her. When she listens.
