Her face...with it's beautiful features. Does she long for me as much as I do for her?
"Does she notice my feelings towards her?"
Her smile, so much joy and happiness is put into it. With her face as gentle as the calm breeze.
She smiles, and yet she frowns. That frown, so much disappointment. So much sadness when tears roll down her delicate cheeks. So much hatred when her eyes are filled with green envy.
Her eyes...sparkling ad care free. These eyes, they look into mine, and I see an angel. An angel that has fallen from the heavens lost in an everlasting quest for love.
"Can I, be her....true love?"
So much warmth is put into her gentle but firm hands.
"Can she be the one?"
I long for her so, yet she does not know of these feelings I share for her.
Her hair blows in the furious wind, but she does not fight it. The wind, is ti there? Even though we do not see it with our own eyes?
"My love for her is like the wind. Even though she can't see it, it's there."
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