Hey You, With the Beautiful Face
The day that I first saw your smile
As I stooped to tie a lace
A small stone throw across the street
You with the beautiful face
I ran to the corner that you turned
I knew I had lost the race
A myriad of labrinthic doors and of you there was no trace
I search the spot of that one glimpse, every single day
In the vain hope, our eyes will meet and my feelings to convey
Pretty girls I have met, they are all now shades of grey
Unlike you my rainbow sweet, my dream, my sweet sorbet
A myriad of labrinthic doors that stole your heart that day
I open a new one every time but you have gone away
If I could wish for for time to change I would wish I had not stooped
But like a golden eagle upon a lamb I wish that I had swooped
Across the street into your path with no time to tie a lace
So I could whisper in your ear, hey you with the beautiful face
5/04/2019
Contest: Im crushing on you
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2019
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