He was the man next door, a mystery, and she was the girl next door.
All she ever saw was the gentle confidence within him.
As he looked at her, the genuine love behind his hazel eyes.
His lips moved in rhythm with the words he spoke, with slight hesitation, as he was caught in her beauty.
As he looked deep into the eyes of a girl, who didn’t know who she was.
He saw all that she was, and all that she could be.
Who she looked into his smiling eyes.
That's when she knew she found home.
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PoetryA collection of short/long poems I have written through out the years. Some sad/depressing and some happy.
