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Created on: June 06, 2010
She glides on her pink lip gloss
and gives her lips a little smack.
She feels the butterflies swarming,
but wouldn't dream of turning back.
The cute boy with big brown eyes
will soon be knocking at her door,
to whisk her away on their first date;
hopefully, the first of many more.
Glancing in her pink vanity mirror,
tucking a loose curl into its place,
she drifts back to that special moment...
and again feels the warmth in her face.
With fidgeting hands and shuffling feet
he had glanced from her face to the ground.
"I really, really like you," he nervously said,
and she blushed and felt her heart pound.
"I was wondering," he awkwardly fumbled,
"If you'd like to go out with me Saturday night?"
Unable to speak, she quickly nodded yes.
His pulse quickened, her chest began to feel tight...
She suddenly snapped back to reality
when she heard the doorbell chime.
She listened as her parents greeted him
and panicked that she was out of time.
One last glance at her hair and makeup
made sure everything was just right.
Nervously smiling all the while,
with anticipation of a perfect night.
The cute boy with big brown eyes let out a gasp
as she walked downstairs so graceful and slow.
He was struck by her breathtaking beauty
in heels, her best dress, and a smile that seemed to glow.
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