As I Look At Her

As I look at her
the wind is knocked out of me.
I venture another peek
and see that she is still staring at me.
Once again I lower my head,
but now I turn cherry red.
I yearn for my courageous side,
and soon find it deep inside.
I stand up and face her stare.
I go as close as I dare.
I say: "Do you want to see a movie afer school."
"Of course not" she says,
"Are you a fool"

© Akash Khokhar Ottewell School

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