A Man in the crowd!

We met few occasions or so 

We chatted few times or more 

They may have been short or brief,

But worth a memory! I ask myself

Why a guy like that be interested in a gal like me?

Each day I look around hoping he would show.

Thinking about the first smile that he once gave upon me.

Just the sight of him give me butterflies!

Just the short chat alone brings a smile upon my face, which is hidden from his great masculine appearance

By the mask upon my face.

Man please come once again and give me the honor of a smile upon your face once again!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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