Outside Her Door
Outside a door
I stand.
Above my head
on a second
story landing
lives my soul-mate.
Plain, normal,
not of royalty.
One of sincerity,
creativity,
above all else,
loyalty.
Outside I wait
with mere fascination,
a strong attraction.
I only know her name,
bits and pieces of her life.
I know that she is single
yet to be somebodies
wife.
I know she is a poet,
enjoys writing,
maybe as much as I.
A sports fan
"Go Broncos!!!"
She's the apple of my eye.
Jared Pickett
9/25/09
Asavvy1
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009
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