I was sitting in the pub one day, sharing glances with a beautiful woman across the room. I wrote this on the napkin before I went and introduced myself.
p.s. we shared a laugh then went our separate ways.
Worn pink denim jeans laze over a chair As her drink sits still on the bar. Those manicured feet…soft …sweet. As she smiles, talks and laughs from afar. Nonchalant hair hangs, unique and precise This beautiful woman has grace. It’s blue and red noise filters the air In this warm encouraging place. Our eyes glance like guitars, What song does she sing? Will her melody massage my soul? Or was she a drum That bangs all day long To walk out leaving me cold?
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