The Question

October 14, 2008
By Savannah Ashley, Oak Grove, MO

He looks up,
Our eyes meet.
A blush spreads
A giggle erupts
The warmth bubbles up
My palm starts to sweat
Words rush to the tip of my tongue,
My heart beat quickens.
My happiness soars upward
He grins then pops the question,
“May I borrow your pen?”



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