The First Time it Mattered
Our eyes mirrored each other, yet the others seemed more beautiful in our own.
His stare comforted me and paralyzed me.
A look so passionate and innocent it made my heart tremble.
I was overwhelmed. New emotions flooded me and I was petrified.
He arrived an inch away from my face, aligned in perfect symmetry.
His gaze lingered until his eyes began to close; softly, gently.
He placed his lips upon mine- softly, gently.
For those seconds I was confused because I was not scared.
This poem is about:
Me