• I stare off into the morning sky.
    A painted image of orange,pink,and purple.
    I sit alone on a bench.
    I see no one but him.
    Eyes so blue,hair so soft,smile so sweet.
    He caches a glimpse of me.
    His eyes sparkle in the frosty sunrise.
    His jaket ate him, tadderd,black.
    His jeans brown,and baggy.
    My coat well fitted,clean,and blue.
    My jeans blue,and tight.
    My hair long,soft,and neatly styled.
    "Do you want to walk mith me?"
    His hand streached out.
    I take his hand.
    We walk together in the frosty sunlight.
    He slips his hand in mine.
    He comes closer.
    we stop.
    He smiles.
    sqwezes my hands,and says:
    "Your bold,yet fragle.
    You're a swan in the middle of war.
    No other guy would treat you right.
    Will you be mine?"