Her blonde curly hair and brown eyes attract me and entice me
Along with her smarts and her love for the arts especially the scripted parts
We often converse of various reads, meets, and of her various needs but she does not see
That I could be the only one that fixes her woes but maybe if I get the chance
Although I may be naïve and inexperienced and beyond her status
As she is more mature, established, and more along in life
I often think of how I should leave it all to be by her side
I would sacrifice everything and leave my comfort and start a new life with her
I would cook her delights―a thin, oven-baked St. Louis Pizza and some fried ravioli
And patiently wait till she comes through the doors with that gleaming smile but tired feet but at
that moment
I will extend my arms to carry her to the kitchen table where I have prepared her favorite
gooey butter cake
And then converse about her day as I fill her glass with wine
For my Missouri girl who moved to the Bayou City on scholarship dreams
Who made a name for herself in a rough and tumble man's world and now enjoys her riches in a downtown-facing office
Where I often see her and think back to that first day that we met and the connection that we made since then.
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