I remember the date that I would greatly anticipate,
The long awaited promise of when we would meet.
I look up to see you walk out from the gate,
To catch my first glimpse of what your had on your feet.
The beauty of the black, so shiny and smooth,
The tight leather straps as high as your knee.
That mixed with your walk, so graceful and couth,
I was so pleased with this sight until you stood next to me.
Now looking up to look into your eyes,
Once delighted, now angered by this change in height.
Due to these boots, you’ve surpassed me in size,
I swear, I want to destroy you for this embarrassing sight.
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