Is She the One?
Is She the One?
Is she the one who brushed my side, soft as an angel’s wing?
Her face flushed with the beauty only innocence can bring
The sweet smile dancing on her lips somehow became my own
As our eyes met with pleasure, sending thrills I’d never known
How swiftly my smile faded as she hastily walked on
Without a second glance, she turned the corner and was gone
How could she steal my very heart, when I stole not one kiss?
I let the tears fall that I’d saved for such a time as this
Reaching for my handkerchief to wipe my blurring eyes
My fumbling fingers faltered and confronted a surprise
My heart was not the only object plucked by supple hand
My wallet also disappeared; my ambush she had planned
I never will forget her face, it’s etched within my mind
I vowed no rest until this evil temptress I did find
Is she the one? Officer asked, quite doubtful at the sight
I smiled at her behind the glass, “Oh, she’s the one, alright.”
Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2010
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