The Door

by Nate   Oct 3, 2005


As I walk in the door
my eyes scan the room
and stop on you
a smile creeps
across my face
no matter what stress I've had
throughout the day
I feel my face
start to flush
our eyes meet
and I hear a hush
the smile I see
on your face
makes my heart
speed up a pace
I want to cross the room
and hold you tight
But I know
thats only out of sight

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