Jackie - Feb 20
And just when I thought life was turning gray,
A beam of sunshine cleaving clouds asunder
Strolls into my sight and I must wonder,
Who is this that I meet this moody day?
That spotlight aura bends gravity around her,
I’m attracted, drawn in by her mystique.
And following her hypnotic physique,
I try to speak—but stutter, then flounder.
She’s tall, dark-haired, she’s beautiful as hell,
Her sharp gaze is like a spear-tip piercing
My helpless heart, her honey smile traversing
The valley from cheek to cheek, and now I fall,
Transfixed by her mystic gait. I think it’s true…
Oh hush, I’m crushing on somebody new!
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