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Through the Looking Glass

  

I took a deep breath as I sat down at my window & watched the world go by,
Among all the beautiful things in nature I caught a little glimpse of her.
I wandered, wandered like a mad man to know who she was...
I walked back home lost and alone… still looking for her out the corner of my eye….
It was quite a while but, I sat at the window as if there were a tether.
Nights went by and days dawned on.. I sat by the window and stared through the glass.

It was a white winter morning I was sipping on my coffee by the window...
Like a tiny ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds.. there she came…
A sense of cheer surrounded her and she was radiant in the red scarf she wore… 
I ran out to talk to her for I wanted to know…. 
To know her name, where she lived...
Where she worked and who she was …I asked her to dinner so….. 

Days flew along while I learned about her past…
It had no importance, for we looked into time that lay ahead.
A future together I envisioned, a glorious wedding there would be.
I was sure we were building something beautiful forever to last…
I asked her to marry me and not too many words were said….
After she said yes… I knew all the joy in the world belonged to me…

Twelve moons later we tied the knot and took the vow,
To stay together forever in all that came…
To discover everything that was in store
For us in the future and now… 
To equally share the joys and the blame….
And to live a life of love with the promise to adore…. 

We took a deep breath as we sat down at the window and watched the world go by,
A gorgeous girl walked by and shortly after a boy came looking for her…
We thought of all the years that went by and wondered away…. 
The people we had met, the worlds we had seen and all the low and the high…
She looked into my eyes and smiled, she rested on my shoulder…
One last time. 
I sit by the window and stare through the glass… Thinking of that winter morning when she came my way….

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