Marie

That was probably the last time I’ll ever get to witness your lovely face that close. Your focused eyes, and alluring smiles, I will see them no more. The clumsiness you show, yet the grace when you dance before me, I shall be pouring down my adorations. What a star you truly are, you are like a sweet vanilla milk that tastes like a dream. I really wonder how it feels to be with someone like you. The first moment I saw you, my sight was captured and fixed to a singularity. My love for a city that was your hometown intensified as I was dreaming of going back to your house while down on the road we enjoy the sights... That would be an unbelievable and an amazing thing. I will forever treasure my memory of you, and although it is not as vivid as the moment of sweet smiles you gave, I will always try to remember. I found my peace and conflict in you. I am just sad that I do not get to level your standards that I cannot dream of asking for your hand to the dance. If you were a color, you would be yellow. With blurry white lines in blessed fields sun shines lights. I will and I will always remember you yet ironically I am writing to forget you. I will be missing those smiles Marie, those that what seized my eyes and rest my troubles. I wish I would have met you sooner. I really do.

Dave