The Girl Who Worried
The rapping sound, knuckles on wood.
Her heart skipped beats from where she stood.
Though weary, she rushed to the door.
At least, she would worry no more.
Not a sober faced policeman making his round!
Her tingling flesh, her heart, the door, the rapping sound.
Seared in her mind from that day hence,
Like old paintings of great expense,
A dream come true, him bearing gifts.
She smiled as her perspective shifts.
Bright bouquet, box of chocolates, him being kind.
His apologetic look now seared in her mind.
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