And there comes she,.... the one

A free poem of mine
It doesn't rhyme
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Ah
At last a chance,
A little conversation was made
After a long, long wait

Just a click on a messenger
At last, a face of her
Though it was just photo of another
It was, for me, a thriller

Her face was just soothing now and then
Her smile pleased me and never end;
The countenance that's undoubtedly calming
The expression of others enchanting

But
however I miss her, a meet should happen not
May she giving reject
or me having no gut

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That is all