A Second Look
Over the summer I needed a book,
and frantically asked around,
I never expected for her to look.
She arrived at my work, where no one drowned
she gave me my book and a coffee too,
I had never spoken to this person once, I had found.
She wore a backwards flower hat and no shoes,
I had never seen someone so beautiful
I wished I didn't have duties to attend to
It was love at first sight to be truthful,
I gave her my number, how cliche
I didn't know how she would react, but I was hopeful
I hoped that I wouldn't drive her away,
because I longed to see her again,
I was excited when she texted me, later that day
My feelings I could not explain,
I took her to dinner one night,
I hoped she wouldn't restrain
I thought maybe she just might,
be the one I had been looking for
I hoped I was right.
Nine months and hopefully more,
She had me hooked
The only one I love and adore.
One day a girl brought me a book
And I am happy because she gave me a second look.
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