A BOOK OF POEMS

The First Time

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The day we first met,

Was as normal as it could be.

I smiled at you and

That was your heart's key.

We never talked to each other;

But I remember, you used to stare.

You thought I didn't notice

That your eyes reflected care.

I caught your eye once,

But you were too shy.

I offered my hand of friendship;

And I know, accepting it made your heart fly.

Here I am, still waiting

For you to let your heart out;

To let go of your fears,

And let your feelings shout!