Passerby

It was a hot summer day, a Sunday in July
She passed by aimlessly, and looked right into my eyes
Burnt a hole in my soul, and left me there in despair 
Finally the courage to approach
But I can't find her nowhere 
I've seen many, but locked eyes with few
I've seen many as beautiful
None never so enchanting, as you
Racing thoughts, will I ever again get the chance
The courage of a lion, I promise in advance
Weeks go by, no sign of her in sight
Finally you, on the arm of another man
On that cold winter night

poem by Dameon Johnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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