She swayed her hips to the beat of the music. She had no care for the world. I sat there gazing at her movement. Her beautiful structure...her beautiful features. She was perfect. I remember the day I met her. She stood there. Her beautiful brown eyes met mine. I fell for her. She was perfect, but I saw in her eyes, sorrow. She hid her sorrow well. She always wore a fake smile. I want to see her happy again. I went up to her. She was shy. We talked. She laughed. Her laugh was beautiful. We both heard the bell. We both said goodbye.
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Her Love
RomanceA point of view on now some people find love. And how to love in powerful.
