| Subject: A Love Story-Part I |
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The Guy
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Date Posted: 12:51:03 07/25/01 Wed
As winter Turned to Spring,
A young Madyson emerged into the garden,
Filled with lush flowers and greenery,
And overrun with weeds from years of disuse.
She often stopped,
To pick the colorful array
Of the most beautiful flowers,
So the weeds would have more room.
She kept the weeds,
Admiring their freedon,
And never dared to pick them,
Only to imprison them in a glassy grave.
She only picked the flowers;
To her naive,
Innocent mind,
They enjoyed being picked.
Once when the sun was high,
And bathed the fields in an orangy-red glow,
The young Madyson was cultivating her weeds,
From the corner of her eye she spyed a young man about her age.
She spotted him behind a tree,
Just half a smile,
A twinkle,
And a laugh.
He knew she was watching him,
So he came out from behind the tree,
And met her,
At the garden's edge.
"Whey were you watching me?"
She asked,
"I was looking for the answer to a riddle"
He replied.
"What riddle would that be?"
She asked.
And he replied with a laugh,
"I know not as of yet."
"Then how do you know when ou have found the answer?"
Inquisitive as all young maidens were.
"I will just know"
He replied with a grin.
And as they walked they entered the forest,
At the edge of the Garden,
And came to a secret spot,
Where even the almighty sun barely penetrated.
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