• I look at that girl across the street.

    She stares at me as curious as george.

    We look like two perfect blueberrys ready

    to get picked. Her black hair sparkles in the

    light. Her blue eyes twinkly when we see

    each other. We know its time. We know that

    were the ones. I look at her and i know shes the

    one but, at the same time I stop and think. "Is her

    blue eyes the ones for me? Is her angel struck hair

    the one for me? Is she the one for me? Then i say

    "That girl is the one for me"