It finally happened but I'm still walking like it's just a dream.
Like it didn't actually happen.
You were perfect as always.
Perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect demeanor.
When I saw you walk past me, I said not again.
Not again would I let you slip away from me, because I
was done being a ballerina.
So as gracefully as you entered, I caught you at the exit.
You acted as if someone gave you a double fudge chocolate
cake for your birthday when I told you who I was.
Baby it made my heart melt and right then and there I wanted to
give you all of me.
But the best thing was, I felt like I was being set free.
No nausea or anxiety.
In that moment it was just you and me.
And that connection that I had felt like I had imagined became
as clear as day.
Maybe it's all in my head, but I have never seen you waiver...
this chiseled knight had a ***** in his armor.
Because you seemed nervous, and what makes me even more queasy is
that perhaps you were nervous because of me.
Darling, whatever it was, it pleased me even more to see you
act as sweet as honey.
And im questioning everything once more, because perhaps you really are
the one for me.
Old poem that I still think about
