To Sir With Love

All it took was that one glance from across the room

Photo by Zane Persaud on Unsplash

I pushed open the door to the noisy crowded room
And as I stepped over the threshold, I came to a halt,
Suddenly I could feel every hair on the back of my neck
Electrified as it stood in shock, stunned from the assault.

I stood and allowed my gaze to wander over the crowd
As I could feel both my sleeping dragons begin to stir,
They curl tighter, protective, around my scarred heart
Then my gaze finally locks on you; who are you Sir?

I gaze into the watery depths of your sky blue eyes
Where I drown in your abyss, your steady gaze,
Your perfect long blonde hair frames your face
As you capture and tame my dragons fiery blaze.

You ensure they approve of the chemistry flowing
Feeling like you and I are the only two in the room,
I slowly process your ruggedly handsome looks
And feel my heart as it opens and begins to bloom.

I’ve lost control as my feet move, of their own accord
Following a map trail emblazoned on my scarred heart…