The First Hour

In the first hour of talking to her,

I didn’t know what was going to happen.

She was one among the crowd,

Not different at all.

 

In the second hour of talking to her,

There was something special.

She was not the same person,

Turned unique all of a sudden!

 

In the third hour of talking to her,

She looked into my eyes!

I stood transfixed in her gaze,

In my stomach were butterflies.

 

In the fourth hour of talking to her,

She looked in my eyes again.

Silent words were exchanged

between our gaze.

 

In the fifth hour of talking to her,

I realised I wanted to wrap her in a hug.

Just make her realise how special she is,

And whisk her away from the world.

 

I took a silent oath that day,

Never to let her go past my gaze.

Not a day has gone by since,

That my heart I haven’t tried to convince.

 

The next day that I saw her,

Those beautiful eyes looked in mine again.

It felt like I’d known her forever

And we were already speaking of pasts and future.

 

That day I knew we were meant to be.

Whether it comes true or not,

We’ll just have to wait and see!

 

For now all that I know,

Those beautiful eyes are in what I’m lost!

Trying to find a way to get used to that smile,

For it causes my breath to pause and my heart to frost.

-The Travellothoner