His skin was like warm milk shined by the sun
His lips mounted like one
Gazing at him is something I would do all day
If I had the chance to speak what I have to say
If I had the chance to speak to him
I would give him a rose
And take off the stem
Love to me is what I see in his eyes
Love to me is what I think about this guy
Is interested in me as I am in him?
As vulnerable as the rose’s stem?
Am I seeing someone so exquisite?
If I am I could believe it
If we can just be together!
That wills all that matters
Am I fantasizing? Someone pinch me
Glad to know that I wasn’t dreaming.