Em

Alas, the blue eyes pass me.
Staring into space.
Her name is Emily.
I try to keep pace.

The clock strikes midnight.
I stop her at the street.
I grasp her tight.
I begin to feel the heat.

It would be so sweet.
Our blue eyes meet.
I pose the question.
Goodbye tension.

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