Her eyes wander, then lock onto his.
Bright cheeks make them turn their heads,
Trying to focus, trying to concentrate…
Impossible.
Such a great, deep emotion felt inside --
Is it real, or dust in the wind?
Why won’t it go away? Could it be…
Love?
No, they can’t say; it’s too early to know,
But then why is there this connection?
Is there meaning to these trivial things?
Maybe.
Just wait, she thinks to herself,
This flower might just blossom,
The passion might flourish…
Just wait a bit longer.
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