Elegance
Inside her home was a long winding staircase that leads up to her bedroom. I had finally brought up the courage to ask her to Home Coming and now I can't help but be nervous for the evening to come.
Then I saw her. Her deep brown hair flowing behind her, the dress that she wore was a deep red and as she glided down the stairs it flowed out behind her. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, it was like everything was in slow motion, and for the one moment that I will always cherishand remember, I truly marveled in her elegance and beauty.
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Perspectives
PoetryEverybody has a different perspective, on events and words, these are mine.