Not
across a crowded room,
Or
at a smoke filled bar.
Our
eyes meet several times each day,
She
notices I think, but can't be sure.
I
worship every move she makes,
Every
flick of flame red hair.
The
slightest touch whilst brushing past,
A
suggestive look, the briefest stare.
A
smile with glistening emerald eyes,
Leaves
armour stripped and guarded actions bold.
Or
tears, like salty daggers bared,
Shred
my hollow, worthless soul.
And
so, I am entrusted
To
guard this precious heart.
For
this love of mine's eternal,
Not
just 'till death us part.
