Rosey Cheeks

The first time I saw her, her cheeks were a rosey red
She tried to hide it
Behind a wide smile and a colorful bowtie
And I stared at her
The whole time
I watched her every movement
I watched her laugh
I watched her smile
I even watched when her face fell emotionless
I loved her voice
Her hair
Her style
Her eyes
I loved everything about her
I loved her
 

This poem is about: 
Me

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