With his short but wavy hair
His face breaking into a happy grin
As he settled himself on a chair,
His tall, lanky body leaning
To one side and held
His girl's hand beside him

Big, brown eyes behind his Ray Ban specs
Thick, dark eyebrows wriggling
As he cracked endless jokes.
His long, skinny legs crossing and folding.

Deep, throaty laugh resonates the room
When she tickled his ribs.
He's the dark night and she is his moon
I watched them without a single peep.

He's the kind of guy
That I've always wanted
But would never look my way.

-m.b