He is
mystery
curled in
dark eyes
and a
smile that
makes her
want to
sing.

She is
suspicious
of his
glances
that he sends
like
birthday cards

she believes
them
obligatory
and
non representative
of his
true feelings

she is
cursing him
like
winter storms
that
curl around her
wrists and
tie her
to the
leaking ceiling

he always
says
hello

she wonders
what it means

she knows
he
would never
look at
her

she is
not much

but she
cannot stop
her
heart from
squealing
like some
babies
favourite
bunny
as he
shines
so radiant
and

sincere

in her
direction

she thinks
she might
hate him
for being
so
god
****
lovely

he is
too similar
to the
warm
wind that
crashes over her
like
waves
the warm
water
that gives her
gold dust tingles
the gentle
hand that
rests
on her
cheek and
slowly
drifts like
icebergs
down
with small
fingers
to the
crest of her
smile

she
thinks
his
sparkling
eyes
are
her
worst
enemy