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She is
She
I didn’t know what love was until
I saw her.
She
Had brown eyes and long brown hair
Olive skin
Freckles gleamed from summer sun
Sweet goosebumps crawling up her spine
Her heart was a secret garden, and the walls were very high
But only I was brave enough to climb them
Maybe this is why my heart was yearning from love that didn’t come from a man
Because this whole time
She was waiting for me in the moonlight
When I kissed her, time stood still
Our laughs harmonized the way I couldn’t with him
When we kissed, I breathed in her exhale and she breathed in my inhale
We survived by breathing only our breaths
They must never know
And what I mean by they, is everyone
My parents
My church
My friends
I must never tell
Years down the line
I put on the white dress
Something blue
Something old
Something new
I’ll walk down the aisle
Lilies and sunflowers in my hair
Church bells ring in my ears
Looking at the groom
Looking back at the woman I love sitting in the pue
Not the groom
But her.
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