Passing a glance was our first eye to eye walk.
Right as she glided to my person my pitter patter made its fall.
She laughed and stopped to ask with a humor that I haven't found.
With her laughing my notice became shy, turned red, and looked a ground.
When my eyes left hers and focused, focused from being caught.
A focus became of worries to let her deep thinking become her thought.
Now my rosy look had again less brightened and my understand became stance.
To allow that our eyes meet eyes and to allow our hands to meet hands.
Looking back now to see this start with intentions smooth, unnoticed, and unseen,
I see a swaggered walk that became formal as togetherness plan let my let me.
I need a picture of all of you to explain This .1.
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