Expectations
a gust of wind...
an awkward glance,
nervous...
I shuffle near
unaware, she strolls through the wind....
hair of gold
gracious, she stirs, propinquity....
she never stops to notice,
my strength builds to approach....
a jasmine eloquence I ponder intently....
a crowd....
I hover in distance,
her voice in hymn....
does she see my passion eye....
may I, by chance, reach her demesne
In forfeit
I submit.. with nerves blooming,
with cautious voice, she breaths
I reach out my hand....
She speaks, "a pleasure my precious, I.... am Expectations...."
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