Ozymandias (My favorite poem) by Percy Bysshe Shelley

"And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'"
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

Friday, May 27, 2011

A Dream

They hadn't seen each other in a year and neither expected to be in the same place at that moment.  She froze when he walked in the room.  His classy suit bringing out his startlingly blue and familiar blue eyes; like the ocean.  He walked toward her in surprise as soon as he laid eyes on her.  She sat in a sparkling navy blue evening gown; her dark hair tumbled down her bare shoulders in gentle curls.  Seeing him approach, her shoulders hunched forward nervously and their eyes met as he crouched down before her.  His eyes widened in wonder as he noticed how she had changed.  They'd both grown beyond what either could have expected.  He was more beautiful than she had remembered.  It brought a smile to her face to see the new found awe in his eyes when he looked at her.  But it pleased her even more to find that the spark in his gaze and smile remained.  They began to see each other around more often.  Unable to keep from looking they would quickly look away when caught.  They did different things, laughed with different groups, stayed by the side of the wrong person; but snuck the occasional glimpse across the room. 

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