Alexander
There’s a softness in his eyes.
A blue that whispers kindness.
His smile screams out to me.
Maybe, saying he could love me.
If only I’d let him.
I’m not sure why I get so frightened
When he comes around.
I’ve never acted this way before.
I suppose, I’m falling in love again,
And love I’m so afraid of.
~Written about D. Alexander~
Font used on this page: Black Chancery
©1998-1999 By Ashley Hamm. This poem was written by Ashley Hamm
and may not be copied in anyway.
If found to be copied or stolen the theif will have his or her hands cut off and their eyes will be ripped from their head
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