I remember making my move
you were so young
and cute
sitting there with your family every week at church
in the middle toward the front
like the forbidden fruit
it was a lame move
a) you were with Tiffany
b) the conversation revolved around my ugly braces
but those big eyes
and that perfect smile
I had to have you
and so, on a dreary day in January
I dressed you up in white
and stole you from a promising future
of captivating fools like me
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