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This poem is a testimony to risk taking and dating again. A hope to a new budding relationship.

Submitted:Dec 29, 2006    Reads: 122    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

Beside me sat an empty seat,
then you walked over,
quiet manners,
friendly smile,
soothing voice,
smooth gestures

You took my hand,
and upon the floor we moved,
in unison.

Quiet conversation,
subtle eye contact,
whispered excitement,
unexpected delight.

Numbers exchanged,
a promise of tomorrows,
feeling high,
carried on wings.



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