A 14 line poem about love:
As I walked into the room I stuttered.
I couldn’t believe what my eyes did see.
But an image of pure beauty fluttered
before my eyes – a dream of what to be.
There, she was sitting down, relaxed and calm.
While my heartbeat crept fast and wouldn’t stop.
She laughed, as if she held me in her palm
strings controlling my marionette top.
Why can women be so cruel to young men
By burying our hearts with just a laugh?
And giving us short glances now and then?
Shooting their perfumes to us like a gaff?
Or did the girl not know the games she played?
Did she not make the moves I thought she made?
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