And there he was,
Staring into my eyes as a child stares
At candy.
He was an image of perfection.
His sea blue eyes were as deep as the
Ocean,
And, oh, so full of mystery, like a treasure
Waiting to be opened.
He could win any girls heart,
But he was awaiting my response to the
Question.
My stomach was churning like milk in a
Blender.
My heart was beating as if I had just run
A marathon.
I was so excited that he had asked me,
Not just any girl, but me.
All I had to do was get the words out,
But it was hard.
His perfection stunned my thoughts,
Yet I managed to reply in a cool manner,
The words flowing off my lips as water
Flows through a stream.
"Sure, you can borrow my pencil."
-Joanna Long
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Chicken Soup For The Soul- Redone
PoetryI'm not sure how many of you, if any, have ever read or even heard of the chicken soup for the soul book series. I used to love reading them and I own several of them. With that being said, I am making a collection of all my favorite poems that I've...
