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there was a girl that has a pretty face

that no one can match around her place

liked by all; talented, witty and smart

put together like a piece of art

on the other, there's also this boy

he is misjudged; his presence brings no joy

he is silent, solitary and weak

traits that you cannot be proud to speak

the time had passed like any other

the hot and cold don't seem to bother

but destiny is tired, it wants to play

meeting of this two; it makes a way

in a library, home of a busy mind

the souls of the two will seem to bind

the weak seated opposing to the perfect

he is busy drawing; nothing to expect

but as time pass that boy seemed to find

a beautiful face that seem to shine

the cold start to sweat; uneasy at his seat

'cause for once in his life that heart began to beat

the boy began to smile; even for a while

that feeling began to pile, it was not his style

his eyes is fixed, all he can do is to stare

but the girl is in a bad mood, she replied with a glare

the girl seemed to be angry she walked away

and the boy was left alone, he decided to stay

a notebook was left by the girl on his dream

he took it and left with hapiness like a stream

history repeats; they met again at that place

the boy glimpsed at the beauty of that face

today it seemed different, she's glad and not irate

the boy's scheme will be successful, he thinks, at this rate

the dark stood up, and began to walk away

the light just looked, and decided to stay

he left a notebook that looks familiar

it's mine she thought, that boy is so peculiar

there is a note posted on the cover

"look at the back", there is something about to be discovered

the girl smiled like never before

it was beautiful, it can never be ignored

in a place so warm there's was this boy

others misjudged; his presence brings no joy

he is silent, solitary and weak

traits that you cannot be proud to speak

th owner of the place was a girl with a pretty face

that no one can match around her place

she was appreciated more than like any other

by a person they thought was not going to bother