Eyes shine bright
with the joy of finding
a Kindred Spirit
Someone who understands
her music
her poetry
her silliness
and why she is
the way she is
he seems to know
what she likes
and dislikes
because he likes
and dislikes
the same things
he notices her hair,
her smile,
and her eyes
and likes them
but she is afraid,
afraid of getting hurt
because she always does
but she feels as if
maybe this will be different
because the understand
each other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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