but something about her made me keep trying,
I used to flatter her with sweet pleasantries
knowing she would read between the lines,
I used to start a conversation with her
just to see her smile
a lot of times I made no sense at all
but she knew my intentions all the while,
I'm sure she knew exactly how I felt
as I reflect back on it now
but a beautiful smile of acknowledgment
was all she ever allowed,
I'm not sure which I adored most
her beauty or her style
or how would I react
if I knew the thinking behind her smile!
- BERNARD SNYDER
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