Monday, January 31, 2011

Before she walks away

I stand alone within a crowd
Catching glimpses of a distant love
Unable to catch it or to follow it

With every glance she's further away
Out of reach and unable to hear me
But still wrapped around my mind
      And my heart

I look around among the passing faces
Some offer smiles or even winks
Then a hand catches mine and makes me turn

I'm caught off guard but I like the scene
The warmth of her offered hand tempts me
Do I walk with her or continue my search?

Either way I'll spend my life wondering
Either way I'll spend my life happy
I must make a decision quickly
      Before she walks away

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