4: Two points of view

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His glare strikes a new level of fear

Her soft gaze sends me into a daze

He watches my every move
As if he is waiting for me to mess up

She keeps looking my way
I wonder if she feels the same

They make me feel something
I've never quite felt before

Fear
Longing

I ask trival questions just to hear
Her sweet voice

His rough voice sends shivers down my spine
I wonder what he wants this time

I ask to get coffee
He wants to get coffee
I say yes on an impulse

His cold hand brushes against mine
As we walk

Just an accidental touch
Warms my very soul

I notice a change
He seems to be sweeter

She starts to seem less tense
She finally lets loose

I seem to have met
The love of my life



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