Upon Receiving and Misplacing
Upon receiving flowers today,
I felt no change in my pace of heart,
No sudden burst of joy, not even a simple blush,
I glanced at him with untouched eyes,
Yet was not moved by this token.
Upon misplacing my pencil, he let me borrow one,
A simple pencil was all it took,
To get my palms sweaty, my heart rejoicing,
I gazed into his soulful eyes, just wishing for a moment,
That he would feel the same for a simple girl.
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