Nostalgia; when I met you.

Nostalgia; when I met you.

Walking along the hum of the street lights,
I met a boy who had cast a spell on my heart,
His presence was so inviting as if I’d known him
for my whole life.

His warm honey brown eyes so bright
they outshined even the most grand sunrise,
just above his side swept hair,
appeared a wry smile from ear to ear.

There was something in the air,
It couldn’t be said but only felt,
Just being in his presence both
bedazzled and dizzed me.

We only exchanged whispered words,
feeling the warmth in our hearts,
and chills running down our spines.

The moonlight hit perfectly
against either side of his face,
I fell in love right then and there,
and he smiled because he knew.

Not my picture**
poem: by rubieb

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