I thought...

I thought, one Sunday I will walk up the driveway,
And what will I find but a pebble path leading the way,
And there at the end I saw a white mailbox,
With rivers of letters and an old blue box.

I thought I’d open it up,
And what do I find,
But an album of photos,
Dating to the date of March 1979.

I thought, oh no it is just a pretty face,
I don’t know why it is or who it belongs to,
All I know is that it may look fine,
But look underneath and the face will shine.

I thought, at that moment I saw you walking by,
You coat was of green and your eyes of the sky,
I gave you a smile and turned away,
You gave me a salute and told me to stay,

I thought, I stood to the pebbles,
Like sand on the beach,
Never moving,
But feeling feelings sway beneath.

I thought, you’re not just a pretty face,
You walk on by and I avert my gaze,
You saluted long and stood there,
Pity time for not stopping a continuum.

I thought, you said hello and hello I said,
We exchanged words like a tennis match,
But then you feet kept moving along to a steady beat,
Like a Jazzy sound to a military beat.

I thought, I must not be just a pretty face,
Yet you walk on by with my hand waving, covered in lace.
The path is so long we can barely find the time to wander away,
Though I know the moment will pass like a butterfly stay.

He thought, I know you are not just a pretty face,
I walk past here every day,
And thought you turn and look away,
I’ve known you since school and the heart has not be rearranged.

I thought...

RuthieMari

Joined November 2007

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