Personal Reflection

I Choose You

A prose poem for Rosie

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He stood. She sat. Neither moved. Each observed the other from a respectable distance. His eyes scanned her up and down. Hers never left his face. He took in her every detail. The curve of her shoulder. The sheen of her hair. The prominence of her chest. The line of her nose. The symmetry of her mouth. The warmth of her gaze. The stillness of…