She stood there like light coming in from a window,
bold and bright, sunny and alive,
refreshingly smooth and different;
She was more beautiful that I had remembered
and looked at me scared when our eyes met,
wondering in was still ok to be friendly;
If I could, I would have taken her in my arms;
If I could, I would have kissed her;
If I could, I would have been who she wanted me to be;
If I could, I would have . . .
But, I was just as nervous as she;
If only I could have.
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