His, Hers, Their's

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    His, Hers, Their's

    A fleeting glance is given,
    only to have eyes locked.
    Looking, curiously staring,
    confused by what's transpiring.
    Afraid of getting caught.
    The bewildering contest is broken by fear,
    and she says to herself:

    "I'm going to marry that man!"

    A chilly night,
    the loaning of a flannel shirt to ward off the bite of the wind.
    Another glance,
    another stare,
    thoughts are shared.
    Movement is made...
    to a kiss.
    Then she asks:

    "How could something so wrong feel so right?"

    A couple now,
    enjoying a game.
    Brilliantly shining lights illuminating feeatures: a glowing beauty.
    A car ride home,
    another kiss.
    He states:

    "I think I'm falling in love with you.""

    A separation begins,
    tears start to flow.
    A wistful wind gently mists the falling rain, but cannot dispense sorrow.
    A hug,
    an exchange of love.
    A look
    A stare
    A tear
    A hug
    A goodbye
    Then they both say:

    "I love you."

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    UnworthyFather commented on His, Hers, Their's

    06-17-2009

    Wonderful portrait of a sparking love! Great imagery here, Dangedmanjr. I was with you all the way. Great write! Thanks for sharing.

    kdarcy commented on His, Hers, Their's

    04-20-2009

    Like it, a good read with much to say

    WordSlinger commented on His, Hers, Their's

    04-04-2009

    The postive air of love, thats what happens when the gaurd is down, it would be nice if we had a world into where we didn't have to have it up, :) I like this, I gave it a 9, bud

    janetdawson commented on His, Hers, Their's

    04-03-2009

    you did a wonderful job. who hasn't been apart of something that was wrong but felt right. you captured it very well

    GingerBenjamin commented on His, Hers, Their's

    04-03-2009

    you have a very good idea if how things work

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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