Why She Smiles

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Elements of this Poem are from an Experience I once had.

Why She Smiles

When we were little she was the only one who would ever get what it is I would mean. And Nearly for that reason alone I thought she was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. She was shy and reserved and her words were always chosen with care. And She used to think I believed she was never really there. Till one day she was in the back of the class room all alone so I mustered the strength to ask her .. Hey.. Can I walk you home? Her Face was immediately flush and there was surprise in her eyes.  She responded in a rush and it was a big YES and smile she replies. I said great so are you ready to go? Cause we have a ways to walk to get home in the snow. So she puts on her little pink jacket and her warm pink mittens too and I remember being very happy as she got dressed I noticed her smile grew and grew ! During that walk home she told me she understood how I think and why I'm only understood by a very few and why she felt more people in this world should look at it the way i do. I was amazed to see someone so beautiful say words that matched her appearance. And It was just her and I there with no interference. Fast forward I see the same shy girl in Junior High. And she waves at me from in the gymnasium as I jog by. She's so beautiful now my jaw nearly hit the floor which explains why I ran into the gym door. Flat on the floor I land and its there I stay and as I open my Eyes I hear that beautiful voice ask ... Are you okay? I say I'm okay she says thank goodness you can't leave me in this place alone... and if you were gone.. who would walk me home ! I smile and apologize for scaring her like that and Id stay by her side and at that moment we made a pact. Id be there for her no matter what and she said the same. Now we're in high school and I figured things had changed. All of a sudden she's the most Gorgeous girl at school and I felt her beauty would be the key, to me being the fool for asking if she remembered me. All the guys wanted her notes on her desk were piled.. I said so then why spend any time with me... She just grabbed my hand and smiled. She said You've been sweet to me for years.. and Ive know them for and hour. And besides I have to thank you for the Beautiful sunflower. Plus trying to be phony.. Thats just not my style . Cause your the one who gets me and that makes me smile. 

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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