And if you chance upon this awesome kid
It would be lucky just to say hello
For sweetly I do say his face has hid
The tumult of emotions far below
He sees this really pretty girl, real smart
And sees the dancing curves which craft her hair
He senses such true beauty, such an art
To which no other girl he would compare
For years he seeks a fleeting glance...a word
And each soft word emerges as a jewel
A diamond, or a quaintly humming bird
Whose shim'ring wings repress the loudest fool
Though it may seem he should do not but mope
The beauty of this boy lies in his hope
Hope you like it
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Is this a sonnet? Well, whatever it is, it's cool, I like it.
We should talk sometime, we haven't talked in forever.
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