I just met him for a few days,
Yet I feel funny in these ways.
He isn't like other guys, not at all,
I don't think he is 'the one', but yet I do.
Every touch with him there isn't a big spark,
But I always think of him after we part.
And when I think of him I have those sparks,
That's when I know that he is - different.
Maybe I'm just used to my fragile heart in love,
Falling for guys (should I say) at first sight.
A single electrical touch - a flock of doves,
My heart is too easily set flight.
Through hardships I've learnt something new,
Not to fall too easily for guys.
This guy, however, I know is one of the few,
I want him so bad, but I have to be wise.
Dark eyes & hair, with matching jett glasses.
He is embedded in my mind, it never passes.
Dashing smile and tender voice,
His kind actions and heart, such a perfect boy.
But... even then there are boundaries here,
It is the time separating us, I fear.
Horrible heartbreaking horoscope predictions,
Even his unknown story to me.
Year ends with an unknown ill-fated love life,
And imagining the life of loving someone.
His tender voice calling me babe and wife.
Yet I haven't confessed, his heart still not won.
I talk with him over a screen,
I resist the urge to send how I truly feel.
But I am always drawn to that urging beam,
Wrapping him in an embrace seems so real.
I dare to say Soulmates are made and not fated.
Regardless of everything I'm daring to give it a try,
To step over my fears and be with him, to even just give it a try.
By Lucinda Melrose
Created: 2019
Edited and Published: 1st January 2020