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It isn't about how much is said or done that shows if one truly loves, but it is care that will show true love. There once was a young man in the neighborhood who liked an older young woman next door. He periodically looked out the window to see if she would walk by each day. Each day that went on and his heart would pound like a deer hide drum when the woman went by. Sometimes his brothers would nudge him when he had cold feet to talk to her but he was somewhat shy. One day a wild animal screamed and he grew concerned as the woman went for her daily walk. He hopped on his quad and rumbled down the road to where she was. There was a slight smile in his eyes as he rode past. To her, he was a modern knight on a metal mount spitting black smoke. Their eyes locked for a brief moment and it felt like a ton of bricks landed on the woman's chest. The weight disappeared after he sped around the corner. The young man's skin was the hue of allspice or carob powder, while his eyes like dark uncut garnet stone, and his curly hair dark as the night sky that reached to his waist. His lips must have been fashioned by a great sculptor because they looked so kissable and edible like fresh cut lamb chops. As he went by it was like time was stolen because even the birds cried in surprise...but the woman had that unchangeable face of little to no expression because she hardly acknowledged his presence until after he left. It wasn't that she didn't want to acknowledge him, it just was she didn't feel obligated or desired to lest it have turned into an awkward encounter...or so she thought. But the truth was Spring was in the air and he started to show signs of liking her and there was no way to halt that lest it turned into something much more.

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