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.