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THROUGH
THE DOOR
Their eyes met across the crowded room
As she slowly walked through the door.
A spark of interest flared more brightly
Than either had experienced before.
She gracefully walked towards him
Then sat at a table nearby.
He wondered as he watched her intently
What was the look in her eye?
An aura of mystery surrounded her
As she glanced shyly his way.
A lock of auburn hair fell across her
cheek
And she gently brushed it away.
Then a waiter appeared beside her
On his tray, a card and a rose of deep
red.
It came from the one who was watching
And she smiled sweetly at the words that
it said.
He wrote of the strong desire to meet her
And the fascination he'd felt from the
start.
The happiness he sensed might be in store
If she'd take a chance on his heart.
She felt as she gazed into his eyes
That this was much more than a whim.
So she kissed a petal plucked from the
rose
And sent it with a smile back to him.
He placed the petal next to his heart
And moved to sit by her side.
He knew that someday if Heaven allowed
This lady would become his sweet bride.
He kept that rose petal always with him
Through years of wedded bliss evermore.
And each day gave thanks that he saw her
On the day when she walked through the
door.
© Betty Lindsey 11/8/04
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