A constant rush of blood streams through her cheeks--
a heavy gush, making her face glow with emotion.
She smiles and laughs hoping to hide the flush of color,
but it only makes her blush harder.
He chuckles at her sheepishness
and notes her charm, his eyes a deep green,
the shade of wet grass on a summer day,
staring right at her with a heavy truth
The wind plays with her hair softly
as she gazes into the melancholy eyes she's learned to love--
she sinks into the warmth of them,
the wind leaping over the ground haphazardly.
His thoughts leap from one aspect of her to another
first: her smile, her laugh, her eyes, her hair;
then other things: like the way she talked about herself,
and then the way she talked about him.
She watched him speak for a while thereon,
from the way his lips moved back and forth to pronounce words--
and before he spoke, the way his eyebrows furrowed
when he put thought into what he was saying.
There was more to her than just a beautiful smile
and he knew it, he could tell just by the way she sat.
He saw how when he spoke she listened and didn't just talk,
didn't just drone on about herself, she had personality.
Afternoon gave break to dusk as then sun sunk low,
the sky turning all shades of dusty red.
Speckled mist was strewn on deep green grasses,
wind tumbling with dreams on end.
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