The One
The first time I see her, no voice inside
me shouts, “Right there! Her! She's the one.” She isn't very pretty. She isn't
even cute. Still, something pulls me to her.
She sits in the corner by herself,
eyes down, oblivious to everything. My gut wrenches. The poor thing, she looks
so forlorn, forgotten.
I go to her. “Hi.”
She lifts her eyes, those icy eyes!
But despite their Nordic frostiness, I see joy fill them when she sees me there.
She is the one. I'm in
love.
I sign on the dotted line.
“Come on, gorgeous. Let’s go home.”
(Source: WikiMedia Commons Photographer: Tim Dawson) |
Aw! Puppy! Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Eric.
ReplyDeleteOh my heart! Those beautiful eyes, how could you not want to take her home?
ReplyDeleteI know, right?
ReplyDeletefun. Now write the same story without using any vowels!
ReplyDeleteshe has striking eyes. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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