Sitting here thoughtless
I look up
Lisa smiles soft
cerise and silken
my glance captured
in return
my blush has noticed her
a few months now…
her defined turn of head with
hair tied back and up
a morning's afterthought
that was then breezed delicate
by reddened straw wisped
easily upon her cheeks
Lisa smiles soft
central and sloe
so bright of eye
in gaze and glance
I know she
feels thinks
fights dreams
she bites fully
of each moment
and I bet that she
lives with all of her self
it is shown in full eager steps
and quickly loosed plum laughter
bright now
bright here
Lisa smiles soft
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