There you stood On the corner, in full view, Just tall enough, perfectly balanced on great legs, the fading sunlight Shaping a crimson halo around your golden hair. You turned and glanced my way. In that instant, I wanted to ask Why you were there, Who you were waiting for, If you believed in love At first sight (or at all) Or blind luck, or fate, Or seizing the moment. I didn’t. I waited for a car to pass, Then crossed the street And didn’t look back.Birth sign: Capricorn
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