Dear Friend,
Beauty is I do not know
but the site of her I can't ignore
She wears a smile of porcelain glow
and her hips move with a seductive flow
Her eyes they shimmer in a confident demeanor
as she stares in the distance hoping I would see her
But love I see is something she can't remember
a warm touch in the cold of November
or the gentle whisper of you and me forever
So if I decide not to pursue her
will she loose that which has drawn me
to her
Is her confidence based on the amount of onlookers
or the nature
of who she is, was and will become
Will she ever experience the beauty
of love
Love,
Robert
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