Contrary to popular belief,
My mouth does not,
Speak to what my mind,
Suggests in a whim.

It rolls around,
Among the many thoughts.
Takes its numbered ticket,
And waits among the others.

Only to be pushed back,
By other thoughts,
More important.
Until I saw you again.

Lost of breath.
Speechless.
Others egg me on,
To speak what I feel.

I cautiously take steps,
Towards you and your beauty.
Nervous.
Shy.

To speak to you,
Was a dream come true.
We laugh.
We kiss.

To speak to you,
That all it takes.