As she enters the room I turn my head, To see her is a must. I am not alone, of course. I sense the room fill with lust. “Where has this angel come from?” I ask, as she floats across the air. I catch myself; my manners, oh my! Yet, alas, it is hard not to stare. Then my heart skips a beat, maybe two; I must be in a trance. It couldn’t be, or could it? Was I the subject of her glance? Me a peasant, and her a queen, There simply is no way. I would give my life, or more, To be hers for just one day. Why would she look at me - here, now, In this room full of guys Smarter, stronger, and just plain better Than the one she has chosen with her beautiful eyes. Is she ill, is she faint, Can she just not see? I almost feel bad, it may be cruel To subject her to someone like me. Could it be true? Does she really love me? If so, I must admit, I must be doing something right If she truly thinks into her life I will fit. As I walk through the door I look back through the room And see faces filled with despair. I am leaving with this angel and to none’s surprise, It is now I walking on air.
Reason for writing:
This poem is about my ex-fiance.
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