Her

A crowd of a hundred turns into two I see her From across the room standing relaxed. She stands there Crossing her arms, sweetly grinning. She laughs At a joke and her dimples shine bright. She turns And we finally meet one another. Her eyes Are the lone focuses of my gaze. They glisten And I stumble and stumble, words stolen right from my mouth She speaks And gently my heart melts in my chest. For one moment All my worries float off in to the distance Only to get lost in the pretty face I now call mine.