View Blog  Our First Encounter When I met you for the first time, It was a warm October night. You sat there on the wooden bench, Your dark eyes shining in the pale moonlight. You stood up and you shook my hand, Sending shivers down my spine There was no mistaking the chemistry between us As your tender hand gripped mine. I couldn't take my eyes off of you As you walked away. You continue to give me butterflies, Even to this day.     Posted by BrokenPromises on 2008-06-24 01:28:05 | Rating: | Views: 63   Email This to a Friend   Friend's Email *    Friend's Name*    Your Name*    Security code*    Refresh Image        Bookmark: Delicious  Digg  Reddit  Facebook  StumbleUpon    Permalink:      Blog Comments    good poem...great imagery Posted by  celebrex  on 2008-06-27 20:53:10  Would you like to comment?     (Maximum characters: 5000)     You have characters left.      Security code:                                                     Refresh Image

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