First Contact - Poem by Reginald Francois
A shocking display
Coming straight my way
Mouth open, nothing comes out
There is still time, without a doubt
To get your attention
What should I mention?
Wondering what I can say.
To get you in my life, how should I play?
Should I call you beautiful?
But such a word to me is hurtful
Because you are much more
A beauty without any flaw
You turn heads
Men dream of you in their beds
How can I make you see nothing but me?
You command such power weak men flee
I am not weak, I know I’m strong
I put it in my head I can’t go wrong
I stop you in your path
Words come out, you smile a laugh
I get your name
First contact has been made in this life game
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