Literature
An Ode to That Special Someone
I see her all the time.
A wondrous beauty who walked by my side.
Always smiling, and hardly ever down on her luck.
So lucky, yet so misunderstood.
Often seen as unpopular or not very pretty.
She's a classic tale of a Diamond in the Rough.
Not a hot foxy beauty, but a person of character,
Who tries hard to be kind and patient.
How could she ever be with someone like me?
Hard to say.
I often am too shy to say anything,
When she runs into me tackling me to the floor.
Her smile captivated me still and I have to look away,
Again trying to be the strong silent type I know I can't.
I always wanted to be a hero. Strong, swift, brave, daring.
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