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Hovering thinking waiting wanting.

The girl had all her belongings

laid out on a tiny table, waiting,

thinking I was late.

Too late, I was already in love

watching with all the answers

I could hardly wait

for her to ask and notice.

Aimlessly through the pages,

her book had her attention now,

jealous simply because

her eyes were so focused.

Beauty, her natural companion guide

the way her hair

formed a set of ringlets

not knowing I had beat her there

memorizing with admiration

the best is her natural way

she’s a carved out sculpture

all ready to be adored.

The girl in the garden

wanting to hide her thorn,

sitting all too pretty

without a care in the world.