His hair is long and curly, the colour of the earth. His smile is honest and peaceful, his eyes are like the surf. I walk into that separate world, just to see his face. He asks if he can help me, as I casually do pace. I know what days he works, and try to stop on by. He always smiles as we talk, his words never do lie. Although I do not know him, I can tell that he is coy. One day you might see us, just me and my scarab boy.
Reason for writing:
This poem is about the feeling you can seeing someone at first sight. I would appreciate any comments
Birth sign: Leo
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