Say Something.

I liked the way you looked at me,

That evening when we first met;

Across the table over everybody,

A moment, our eyes professed.

It was a dinner party of over twelve,

All of us meeting for the first time;

But we���d all connected over wine,

You made your entry in due time.

You sat alongside me, to my right,

A young man between our sights;

Yet you made to connect with me,

But all your efforts had nil impact.

Yet it was over emails and types,

We stayed in touch over a time;

Slowly removing from my sight,

Your conceit clouding my mind.

Written words slowly broke the ice,

Which that dinner had frozen tight;

Due to facades that we both wear,

Shielding hearts broken over time.

Next time, unseen, you viewed me –

In awe, longing, affectionate pride;

Unravelled in a film, to my delight,

That I may rewind as often as I like.

The third time you stared at me,

It was like in a state of a shock;

As though you saw an apparition –

In black had landed at your porch.

None has ever looked at me thus,

With interest, in desire, all in one;

Light of your eyes melted my heart,

Set it rolling, trailing your sharp mind.

Now that my molten heart is a glow,

By the steady flame from your eyes;

You break the silence, say the words:

So my heart doesn���t freeze over time.