6 of 6: The Classic Crowded Room

I’ll never forget the night I saw you

With music all around

I felt like I was drowning

In a sea of boisterous faces passing through

 

I was holding a glass of wine in my hand

Staring at the floor

Twisting and torn

Between getting drunk or dancing to the band

 

Someone was asking me a question

I quickly looked up

And I was struck

By a face with the most marvelous expression

 

It’s then that the noise was drowned out

Your cheeks perked

And a mild smirk

As you laughed at a joke I wished to know about

 

Amidst all the people filling the room

I spotted your figure

Which instantly triggered

My heart to race, most urgently exhumed

 

As I watched you fiddle with your beer

My friends caught on

Watching me fawn

Over a complete stranger standing under a chandelier

 

And as if to have a stroke of luck

You look over

Full exposure

To those beautiful eyes that leave me star struck

 

I licked my lips in nervous energy

Not knowing

Mind flowing

That we would end up meant to be

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I miss that perfect face while you’re away

Those tender lips

I wish to kiss

The second you come back to stay

Love, B. R. Wren