She wore a flimsy pink dress
All their eyes were on her
Yet hers alone were on me
She walked across the floor
Their hungry looks were a laugh
They knew she was meant for me
We kissed held each other tight
The atmosphere was then tense
For her love was clear to see
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Good - love is when it's quite between the two of 'you' and the crowd heckles!
ReplyDeleteI didn't believe in the "across a crowded room" trope until it happened to me. I wasn't wearing a pink dress, though.
ReplyDeleteFabulous, you finally won the lady! So many of your poems are about love lost, so this is nice to see...and the photo is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteaw this is so sweet
ReplyDeleteSuch a triumph.
ReplyDeleteI imagine, based on that kiss, that your eyes too held only her. sweet write.
ReplyDeleteAh when you hit it off you hit it off - sweet and romantic ^_^
ReplyDeleteWow look at her! You lucky devil!
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