Member Poem

Her face

I still remember the first time I saw her.

Her bright eyes were two pure crystals shining.

Her eyelashes were dark silks.

Her hair was like a golden waterfall.

That was back to the golden autumn of my freshman year,

when leaves drifted down like sparks after fourth of July.

Wind cooled me like giving me a cup of ice tea.

The scent of pine cones made me wander in the pine forest everywhere I go.

In an afternoon covered with crisp air.

as I walked back from soccer practice,

in the corner of the gym,

she came in front of my sight,

with her volleyball jersey on,

as if she was a professional player.

As soon as I saw her, my eyes locked on her face.

She noticed me, waved at me and said,

“Hi Mike, how are you?”

with her charming big smile on her face.

My feet were glued on the ground,

standing right there like a kid, didn’t know what to say to her,

face red as a tomato in September.

She was an angel of magic,

who turned me back to a three-year-old child.

After a few seconds, I finally woke up and said,

“I’m doing great! Love your jersey.”

She laughed,

I was still standing there, like a fool,

thinking about how she might think about me.

She went back to practice,

and I realized that I just missed a great opportunity,

to give her a nice impression.

I walked into the locker room,

started blaming on myself.

Does it really matter how she thinks about me?

No,

What matters is I treasure her face in my heart,

as long as the stars are still shining above us.