Poet # Two

"She has this... grace, a certain style
A simplicity to her beautiful smile.

It started with glance; a simple peek
But only because of her beautiful smile

Caught in a trance, I turned to seek
A chance to know her beautiful smile

Now off-balance, without it I'm weak
Too addicted to her beautiful smile

Taking every chance, I try to sneak
And hide to see her beautiful smile

A dangerous dance, though forever meek
I gamble for her beautiful smile

One day, perchance, however bleak,
I hope one like her beautiful smile

I could romance; her interest piqued
By my love of her beautiful smile."

The End

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