Monday, 8 August 2016

The moment I saw him my heart stopped beating...

I know what this is called,
From the movies & books,
It's called love at first sight,
But he didn't look up,
From his work when,
We were introduced,
And he proceeded to ignore me,
For the next three months,
Then, last night,
As he was passing behind me,
His hand brushed my bottom,
Ever so slightly,
And our eyes locked...




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