Meant To Be

• Rachael Dorr, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2012

The way her hair falls around her face,
Like a beautiful feature she could not deface.
Her figure was so stunning and slim,
As she tried so hard not to notice him.
He caught her eye as she moved through the crowd,
Neither he, nor she ever made a sound.
They might not remember how it came to be,
But maybe one day they will remember the writer; me.