That look was so significant
it drew my thoughts to you.
That meaningful expression
nearly blew me into two.

Only for one second
did our looks interlock.
I felt such an intensity
and my heart felt such a shock.

A picture paints a thousand words
is something that they say.
That slightest glance spoke volumes
that I could never relay.

It hinted at the part of me
that wants that part of you.
It told me that each singular
should be expressed as two.

I saw two bodies writhing
deep down in my minds eye
and it told a tale that without this
my heart would surely die.

Is this the feeling of true love,
a love from that first peek
that tells to me that you are
the true lover that I seek?

Or am I just imagining
something that might not be?
were you just being sociable
when you took that look at me?

I often hear woman
who express us men as fools
but unlike a game of football,
true love doesn't come with rules.

But it's hard to push it further,
hard to know if you think right.
Because as well as looking stupid
you could ruin somebody's night.

So I follow like a puppy,
trying to catch her eye
and I keep on glimpsing over
trying so hard not to try.

I think that she's the clever one
'cause I can't work it out
but the moment that she walks across
is when I lose the doubt.

And as we leave together
my heart it sings a song
and I'm happy that my first thoughts
were not wrong.

Pheeeeeeeew!

And again I spoke to her at
11pm.

And again, told her of my worries about
love.

And again she just replied "Go to sleep,
everything matters less in the
morning"

But was that not the very thing I feared the most?

And again, I didn't sleep.

I never slept

Never