Besotted 

it wasn’t the plan it never was

He isn’t the one they choose

The one to win the smiles

She was silent she was mild

She looked posh and shy

He smelled her souls flame

He saw the beauty outside

He longed for the internal

Her mind her words her dreams

She smiled he fell in deep

Beside him he wanted to look

To stare to feel her presence

He sat besotted and knew

(C) Francie McGivney 

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