The first cup with you, has the feeling of anxiety & anxiousness,
Which is a little strong on the tongue but light on the heart.
I have this feeling of not knowing what’s across the table,
but still peaking over the fence, trying to get a glimpse of what lies beyond those beautiful eyes.
These moments demand the right choice of words to spark that conversation,
But with someone like you across the table, all the words are the right ones.
My eyes brighten & my heart softens as you speak about yourself,
I sit there listening to you as I mentally tick these check-boxes in my head.
Within a few minutes she seems to be this girl whom I have always pictured,
who’s always on the move & moving on to new things.
Now I end up playing this guess game in my mind, trying to know what she thinks of me?
My quest to know & discover her, grows with every passing day.
As i try to initiate things, I’m summoned to let her be and give her some space,
So I stepped back, letting time work its charm,
hoping that someday that charm will work itself to me.
To this moment I wait for it,
I wait for her to ping me or call or to hear the sweet melody of her voice.
Oh! how I wait for that moment.