Love Poem: Treasure
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Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe

Treasure

I noticed her two weeks ago.
She flew into my physics lab 
like hell itself was after her
and tripped as she sat down.

She's always late for classes,
stammering her apologies,
flustered and myopic, her glasses 
barely perched upon her nose.

Accident-prone, she barreled
through the library like Grant 
attacking Richmond, giggling nervously 
as she checked out her books.

To me she is a treasure, a whirling 
dervish dressed in black and white,
always black and white, like for her
it's some peculiar religion.

I asked her to the movies. She acted 
like I was the first who'd ever taken 
interest, she was flattered but she 
flatly and decidedly said no.

She had thrown down the gauntlet,
so I set out to woo her with my wit
and charm, taking every opportunity
to bump into her when and where I could.

Finally she acquiesced, and when 
she slowed down enough to smile
and chat and laugh and joke with me
my heart was hers to keep!