he looked at her and wondered how someone could not find her memorable
if it was even possible to deem her unimportant to their day
he wondered how someone could see her
and not want to memorize the features of her face
or count the freckles on her nose
or the golden specks in her eyes
he wondered how someone could talk to her
and not be madly in love with her
like he was
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The Heart And The Mind
Poetry《 my secret is that I long to be loved 》 ▪a collection of original poems ▪
