Devin LujanTrue Love
Tyler Vowels
I creep, I crouch, I peek inside
I see her resting: fast asleep.
I hardly think that I’m a creep
For wishing her to be my bride
Perhaps in dreams, she sees us glide
From sea to sea; that water deep.
Perhaps from me that hope will seep
Into her heart she’ll take in stride
She wakes and turns, her eyes catch mine
I turn and run, but far too late
I’ll never ever get that date
Restraining order is far from fine.
So for one year I sit and wait
To meet the girl who I call Fate.
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