Flee(ing) Market

It must have been destiny,

Which brought her to me,

I glared at her as she lull in her beauty,

The birds chirped enchantments, leafs danced to the surface, her statue swaying in eternity,

My heart beat like a drum,

As my body became stiff’in and numb,

As she walked by,

I shuttered to reply,

To even say hi,

To my wife to be. 

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