When I first saw him under the stars,
Staring at the brightest one,
I knew he was the one.
My eyes caught sight of his perfectly shaped face,
His hands curled around the wilted rose,
As his other hand curled around the rail of the balcony.
His dark honey brown eyes gazed at the sea with such a sad look in his eyes,
It almost seemed lifeless,
Like he wanted to give up.
The breeze ruffled his hair,
As he used his other hand to brush through it.
His eyes glanced towards the rose with a hopeless look,
Like he was rejected,
And glanced back down at the roaring sea below.
My heart was beating faster by the minute,
Like time ticking on a clock,
As his earnest eyes scanned over me and met my eyes.
I responded with a smile and held out my hand,
He accepted it with so much care,
My heart skipped a beat.
His eyes no longer held sorrow as he stared at me,
It was replaced by happiness,
As he knew I will always be there for him,
As a friend.
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