A 50’s Love Story




With the spotlight

in your eyes

You make out a figure.

Not your manager.

No one you have seen before.

They are Beautiful

In every sense of the word.

They come closer.

You make out a face.


You crack a smile.

They walk toward you

You Finally know what all the fuss is about

You Finally get why people are so crazy about it

You Finally understand staying with someone


Because they are so beautiful

so Flawless



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