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The Day My Heart Stopped

The first time I saw you...
A restaurant window
Your face studying,
A face of beauty, of purity, of wonder
A view of paradise and then...
I willed your hand to open the door
It moved, it opened
You stepped inside,
Glimpses of your long legs as
The clip, clop of your heels helped you
Float effortlessly to your table,
A vacant table too far away, too far.
Discarding your coat
I gasped when I saw a
River of red hair cascading down,
And around your vibrant face
Your smile stole my breath away.
You sat down
I stared and yes...
Mesmerised by your beauty
Your skin shimmered in the
Dim light of a candle
Your breasts full and carefree
And bound tightly by the
Midnight blue dress,
Longing, wanting, maybe even needing
To be touched.
You felt my stare and I looked away,
Shy, embarrassed, caught...
In time, I looked again
You smiled, at me.
That was the day
My heart just stopped.
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