My Brown Eyed Boy

Even among the dim and crowded room,

Bustling with activity and conversation,

Fate permitted our eyes to meet,

Just for a moment,

A split second in time.

Is he really looking at me?

The rush of warmth to my face,

And the quickening of my heartbeat,

Forced me to break the contact our eyes had been holding.

Why am I so nervous?

I recall his features,

His lean body and towering height,

Seemingly made for the black button up,

That hugged his body perfectly.

How lucky his shirt is,

To be able to touch his skin.

I’m envious.

He had a prominent nose,

Though it wasn’t as noticeable as his eyes.

A caramel honey color,

And when they’d catch the light just right,

They resembled orbs of amber.

His chocolate hair and pale skin,

emphasizing the enchantment of his eyes,

Creating a stark contrast between the features.

Beautiful.

And his smile,

Oh the way he smiled.

I convinced myself that he was special,

And that if there were a god up there,

He spent hours crafting his enchanting attributes,

That I can’t seem to forget.

How stunning.

Our eyes meet again and again,

Only a glimpse at one another,

But I felt that over the heads and conversations of other people,

My feelings were understood.

Does he feel the same?

From time to time I think of him now,

Wondering if I cross his mind as well.

Will there ever be a moment when I shut my eyes,

Where his face doesn’t occupy my thoughts?

Oh how I would sell my soul,

Just to gaze upon his porcelain skin once more.

Is this love?