Shy eyes turn away, when mine are bold
And glances never meet.
Smiles light up, and cheeks are red
But eyes are at her feet.
Her hand trembles, voice quivers
While saying a mellow, “Hi!”
But when I am going, a sparkling tear,
She’s holding in her eye.
Tag: love
Glorious Day, Poetry by Bob Davenport
Today as the journey begins
On this Glorious Day we stand
Before the path of righteousness
I am on my knee to take your hand
There was a beginning time
When we met on a special day
That I knew in my heart
That someday you would say
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