There's something about her, my heart's own,
In the silent hall, I sat alone,
Awaiting her, a girl unknown.
The clock ticked on, my heart grew tight,
She entered then, a beam of light.
Her presence cast a spell so deep,
In her gaze, I could not keep.
She sat before me, eyes so bright,
A vision in the morning light.
Each glance, a spark, a stolen breath,
In her eyes, I found my death.
I stared, entranced, as minutes flew,
Lost in the depth of something new.
The chemistry we shared was clear,
Though books and notes were nowhere near.
I blinked, time lost, with just a start,
My focus gone, my racing heart.
Twenty minutes left, a race,
To save my grade, to find my place.
But in her eyes, I still could see,
A glimpse of what she meant to me.
Though I nearly failed that day,
Her memory won't fade away.
For in that room, a spell was cast,
A love that blossomed, deep and vast.
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Something Bout Her: Poems of Love
PoetryIn this heartfelt collection, each poem is titled "Something Bout Her," capturing moments of admiration and affection. Through gentle verses, the poet reveals his deep love and admiration for her, painting pictures of her smile brightening rooms and...
