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by lumino
Rated: E · Poetry · Friendship · #2200867
A poem about a girl named Sandra
A cloud of charm did shortly hide the peace
of girl in whom 'twas better to confide,
whose friendliness toward me did never cease
and all my fears of her did strong defy.

I was sitting in between the lengthy walls
when such a peaceful one came by my side,
and when I scarcely was aware at all,
to my own ears her kindness was applied.

She asked and took the seat that was beside,
and never was I blessed with seeing this,
a face so calm and lovely that now I
with hope and fearful doubt so dearly miss.

We spoke of time then past and time to come,
and soon the other students gathered near.
The conversation was exceeding fun,
and I was far removed from every fear.

Every day we students gathered there,
I waited for her hoping we would talk,
and always was my heart upbeat with scare,
whenever heard my ear her sounding walk.

And there were days I never saw her face,
and so was disappointed, hurt, and sad,
and there were days that though I saw her face,
I still was disappointed, hurt, and sad.

For Sandra oft came walking, passing by,
and all the time for fear I hid my head,
and sometimes heavy with a tearful eye,
for to some other she would speak instead.

And sometimes bold and sometimes fearful still,
I found a way to walk to where she was
against all worry fighting by my will,
knowing not the kind of girl she was.

For never rude nor silent did she sound,
but waved and greeted every single time,
and though her voice did sometimes rudely sound,
to me she never was but good and kind.

But many days was I confused in mind,
not knowing whether she was good or bad,
and when I heard her talking far behind,
the things I heard did sometimes make me sad.

But this and this alone would make me glad,
if she some day would speak to me again,
never judging, never getting mad,
but choosing me at least to be her friend.
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