This was written about a particular person who shall remain unnamed, but could equally apply to any of those moments when I know I’m falling in love. I never did date the woman I wrote this about as she was involved with a friend, but I was madly infatuated with her for a period of time. I hope she is doing well.
I see her everyday.
In front of me while buying groceries.
I talk to her.
Her laugh is in front of me as well.
The sparkle of her eyes–Oh how it warms me.
Her smile I cannot resist, nor the shape of her as she ties her shoes.
The blush caused by the sun or a well-timed comment.
The anguish, the hope, and uncertainty in her voice draw me in.
I want to kiss her–make love to her.
I want to soothe her when she is in pain.
I want her to soothe me.
And tomorrow I want to see her again.