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Through the screen door her eyes rose with mine
feverishly I rehearsed each romantic word in my mind
caught in a tongue tie still desperately I searched
luckily for me the spring flowers had just birthed
along the leading pathway to the doorway of dreams
I turned for one moment falling to my knees
plucked a white rose setting it at her feet
still without a word sweat streaming down in beads
I jumped to my feet and quickly ran away.....
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