Lady In White

Who is that?

The one who I see at the edge of my eye.

One who shines from the crowd.

Something is different about this person.

This someone is an enigma.

 

Strange that I know this person,

yet I feel like I don't.

Wanting to know the secrets of this person.

Gleaming hair, stunning eyes, softened lips.

Something is being said without words.

 

Why does this person grasp my attention?

This driving force pushes me without thought.

Craving for more to know.

I see this person again.

Who is she, that smiles beautifully at me?

This poem is about: 
Me

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