Over there is where we met
That moment I will not forget,
An unforgettable glimpse I then stole
And I hid it within my soul.
I watched her move from over there
I watched the movement of her hair,
Then came her arrival, her very scent;
I could almost swear that she was heaven sent.
But, when she spoke I did not listen
I perspired and gazed as she did glisten,
Then when I looked into her eyes
From a glimpse, I did fantasize.
Randy L. McClave
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