Dear Diary,
She looked at me again, her hair blowing in the wind.
Her eyes shined brighter than the noon sun,
and her smile was more beautiful
than anything else I've seen.
It's sad, though. I am too low for her to see.
I am just a stable boy, and she's the rich girl.
I am not in her eye sight,
She is the moon and stars,
and I'm simply a blade of grass.
I will never know what it's like
to hold her hand.
I will never walk her home,
will never be able to tell her
just how beautiful she is.
Sincerely,
Omar L. Brenton
"She's the moon and the stars and I'm just a blade of grass." Great line...
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