Poem No.3

From across the room, I look at you

and secretly wish you'd look at me too.

You turn around, my heartbeats race

stopped and there you met my gaze.

I pray that time would pause and let

this moment linger for a while just yet.

For only in time, frozen and still

could I make believe you're mine until

the clock ticks again, you'll turn around

and leave my heart unknown and I'm found

across the room, looking at you

and secretly wishing you'd look at me too.

from my collection ... Drizzles and Hurricanes