The Undelivered Response

It was not what she said

Because her lips remained silent

Whatever words be misread

But my faith became abeyant

From the corner of my eye

I found allure in her every motion

My sparkling banter was wry

But hardly an effective potion

Smoldering dark looks are haunting

She fans the brewing fire inside me

Gaining her attention is daunting

I could trip and spill my iced tea

No thanks to my endless youth

She could hardly be impressed

Deep within my eyes is the truth

Near her my sureness regressed

I warmly sensed a growing smile

Not on her, but it enveloped my entire face

The steps between us felt a mile

Eyes locking, doubt vanished leaving no trace


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