I looked at you and I was shocked. You smiled, a very slow smile, and it was just right. The dark clouds fled the sky. The sun shone bright without giving any intense heat yet it could not rival your smile. And I never had a shady day because your smile was with me all the way.
My gaze shifted up, ever so slightly, and I drowned. I was lost in the depths of your eyes, your dark, dark eyes. Hmmm your amazing eyes. Like in a luscious, green and flowery maze, I wonder around not looking to find an exit, but to continue to uncover the various depths of you. They say the eyes are windows to the soul, but yours make the wonders of the world pale in comparison.
A sound emanated from you, and I just stared at you. I could not believe that a human had the ability to speak like that. Your words and diction, perfect, but your voice kept me in awe. You did not have the classic husky voice, or the shrill and feminine screech. No, your voice created a class of its own. Soothing enough to put me to peaceful sleep, authoritative enough to rouse me daily and just plain wonderful, not even music would replace it in my ears.
You walked towards me, all tall and magnificent; long strides, head held high, the genuine embodiment of royalty. Then you took my hand in yours and the world faded away. I was startled, how could such rugged hands be as gentle and soft as cashmere, but yet as firm as a warrior’s. We had the most perfect dance, the world seized to exist, but the feel of your hands on the small of my back, and the way your eyes danced as you gazed down at me.
The music had stopped, but we were beyond space and time, all that mattered, was you and I. Then I could not believe it. You were about to kiss me, with the most captivating lips I’d ever sighted. They were a cross between black and pink. Your lips were just a breath away then…
Then I heard my name. It was time for my acceptance speech, for the award. The dinner was in my honour, but we weren’t together. We both had gorgeous dates, the envy of the rest of the room. I felt awkward you were at my table, but not with me. Still I hoped, I hoped you felt the same way.
The very same way I felt, as the rest of my life changed; the very 1st time I saw you.
