I saw Her
A Poem
It happened a year ago when I saw her at the Christmas Party.
She stood across the room, you know how meet cute goes?
When you in an instant that she is the one.
All at the same time, as I walked my way to her, I knew I had to make her mine.
Love at first sight, on this Christmas Eve night.
The lighting of our eternal torch, it ignited in this moment, when she spoke for the first time.
"I'm Emma, that's to say who are you?"
I smell her beautiful fragrance it's intoxicating.
"My name is Peter, and... I would like to... say hi.."
He was nervous...
Her beauty is without words.
He takes her hand and kisses it softly then walks away making her wonder
And she wanders over his way.
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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
LouLou maintains a boundary between her professional endeavors and personal life. She wears many hats as an author, blogger, and content creator. In various projects, each one a testament to her dedication and passion for storytelling.
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