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WHEN FIRST YOU SAW ME
By Selene Firestone
Could you tell me what you thought the first time you saw me?
What did you think of me?
Before we even met and learned my name,
Tell me, what did you see?
I could have been anyone, anything at all, in that first moment
If you could imagine it of me.
If you could take only my smile and the color of my eyes
To fathom who I could be.
This girl might be a wit, sharp and quick as a lark
Or with the deepness and the mystery of whispers in the dark.
Or would she be sweet and soft?
Would she smile with the warmth of an open heart?
Or so cruel behind her beauty
To break your soul apart?
Were these in your thoughts in that moment I first caught your eye?
Were these the wonderings that you had?
And now that you know me, am I all that you hoped?
Now that you know, are you glad?
By Selene Firestone
Could you tell me what you thought the first time you saw me?
What did you think of me?
Before we even met and learned my name,
Tell me, what did you see?
I could have been anyone, anything at all, in that first moment
If you could imagine it of me.
If you could take only my smile and the color of my eyes
To fathom who I could be.
This girl might be a wit, sharp and quick as a lark
Or with the deepness and the mystery of whispers in the dark.
Or would she be sweet and soft?
Would she smile with the warmth of an open heart?
Or so cruel behind her beauty
To break your soul apart?
Were these in your thoughts in that moment I first caught your eye?
Were these the wonderings that you had?
And now that you know me, am I all that you hoped?
Now that you know, are you glad?
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