He looked at her and suddenly,
but only for a second,
saw what she had wanted him to see;
Her eyes had been begging him to love the way she did.
When she poked his arm,
all she wanted was his lovely face to turn and look at hers.
Her tears, never meant for display
but for him, she'd open up.
Her voice consistently trying to make him fall in love
with every syllable.
Little did she know,
He was deeply in love with her.
Always and Forever.
-s.h.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
