It’s easy to become attached to feelings, a connection, the beauty of someone’s heart.
Just be mindful that there is more to it…and you deserve EVERYTHING.
Like a bee to a flower
I was captivated by his colour
And no it wasn’t the colour of his skin
Which I actually didn’t see
But the colour of his soul
Which made me think that
There was something more to him
Than those guitar strings he pressed, stroked and flicked,
With those beautiful hands of his,
More to him than the songs he sang
Along with his three-man mariachi band
Maybe it was in his smile
Which he so willingly shared with me
Or in those beautiful black eyes
That looked at me like they saw more
Than just the green, their colour,
But all that I hid behind them
From those I didn’t want to see
The true depths of me…
When our eyes met,
I felt like our souls spoke to each other
And it didn’t matter that we didn’t speak
Each other’s mother tongues.
All that was important to each of us was understood
In those moments our eyes eagerly locked…
Except that I’d always look away because
His gaze caused my face
To become a different shade…
Brighter and much hotter than a stranger,
Should ever induce
As a reaction to him.
He made me blush even when he wasn’t looking
I’d feel his presence in the room
Before my eyes took notice.
I’d feel his aura the same way
One sees a rainbow for the first time –
It makes the world stop for a moment
As you take in its wonder –
You simply felt lifted.
Every time he was near
My heart would skip a few beats
And my breathing was unnecessary
Because being around him
Sustained the life in ME.
I remember the unexpected wave
He sent in my direction,
So that his band-mates wouldn’t see,
He waited to enter the building last,
As I sat outside and sipped my tea,
He smiled from a distance and just
Waved at me.
Without even thinking
That he was waving at another lady,
I waved back,
And he smiled and waved just a little longer
Than he had to…
A little signal just to say
“Hey, I see you…I feel you…our souls
have been forever embraced.”
The following day,
He came over to our table and said:
“Good evening Beauty,
May I sing you a song tonight?”
With cheeks splashed with crimson
I politely declined,
But it’s as if he knew I would
He said to his comrades,
“A song for a beautiful lady!”
And he sang to me.
I felt my heart stop
And my cheeks flush
And my stomach host a band of butterflies
But I couldn’t turn around to look at him…
Because I knew I’d see what I didn’t want
To stare back at me –
His beautiful wedding ring.