You walk in,
And for a moment, time stands still.
I watch you move across the room
And I wonder what it would be like to
Walk with you.
It remains on my mind,
Even though it could never be true.
I gaze at you with yearning eyes.
Then I look back at myself
And finally realize why a person like you,
Would never be with a person like me.
Submitted: May 30th, 2002
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