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Beautiful You

A poem from a guy's POV.
I saw a girl who looked like you,
On the rooftop, staring at me,
Deeply with her piercing gaze,
I couldn’t help, but stare back at her.

When we talked later,
She asked me if I knew her,
When my head moved from side to side,
She darted out of the room,
Her tears glistening on her cheeks.

A lot happened since then,
And finally, I have her,
I have the same beautiful girl by my side,
I have the same beautiful you with me.
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Published: 3/1/2012
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