Lost in her eyes I could not express
At that moment in time my love’s excess
She captured my heart with one little glance
But blind to my mind’s eye jubilant dance
By chance she brushed by me
I became weak in the knees
Almost dropped what I held
I looked like some bad trainee
© 2011 Michael Yost
*It’s 55 words Does it count for Flash Friday?
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haha poor guy…
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You must see this type of thing quite often… Yes?
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Funny poem.
Nice little play thee, Michael – in the response! 🙂
Happy days ….
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Thanks Jamie!
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Awhhh the almost happened moment.
“But blind to my mind’s eye jubilant dance” <Love that line LOL
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Thanks Raven.
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😀
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