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The Poetry of
Terri Lyn Stanfield

How Deep Is Your Beauty?

You are out of my league
No, I don't stand a chance
But you sure caught my eye
With that smoldering glance
With that model's physique
And those Hollywood looks
You could have anyone
Yeah, you've sure got the goods
But you're looking my way
For some unknown reason
I know I'm no beauty
Though my looks are pleasing
But what are you thinking
Are you callously cool
Thinking I'm gullible
Or some simplistic fool
Or perhaps your beauty
Goes much more than skin deep
And you're a nice person
Not an arrogant creep
You look awfully nice
Could it be that you're shy
Should I make the first move
Or sit patiently by
We've made eye contact now
The interest is there
Do we take the next step
And which one of us dares
You stand, and approach me
Wearing a sweet, shy smile
You ask if you can sit
And chat with me a while
I quickly acquiesce
And you sit next to me
And we begin to talk
And the hours just flee
Before we realize
Everyone else is gone
But we just cannot part
And we talk til the dawn
You proved just as handsome
On the inside, as well
You're sweet and you're funny
And I cede to your spell
And with the sun's rising
Things look awfully good
This feels like forever
Like I dreamed that it would
Yes, I think I'm in love
And I think you are, too
And I know that our love
Will be lasting and true

Facing Infinity

I will go with you to the very edge of infinity
And stand with you at the brink of forever
And not be afraid of what lies ahead
Certain in the knowledge that we will face it together
Knowing, without doubt, that our bond will last
Unafraid of what eternity might hold
Because, whatever else there may be
I know there will be you, and that's paradise to me

Crossing Paths

Each day on my run
I see you there
Enjoying the sun
Without a care
You nod as I pass
I do the same
But no more than that
Like some child's game
I always look back
I have to see
If you are still there
Looking at me
And you always are
Yes, every time
You're looking my way
Your eyes meet mine
And I fight the urge
To turn around
To see if we have
Some common ground
Then when I get home
I think of you
And wish that I had
Just carried through
So today I plan
To do just that
To at least say hi
Perhaps to chat
You're in the same place
And as I near
I slow to a walk
My intent clear
You rise to meet me
I stop and smile
You ask me to sit
And talk a while
The hours fly by
And we both know
That we're in love
At last, and so
We leave together
Each thankful for
Crossing paths and love
Forever more

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