Had Me at Hello


I remember being the timid stranger,
afraid.
I would watch you from afar, hoping to one day talk to you;
hoping,
one day you’d notice me.
I was afraid.

Silly isn’t it? But it was your beauty,
your presence;
I was afraid.

I remember being the timid stranger;
hoping to one day
muster up the courage to speak to you.

In this all too perfect world there’s you and then everyone else
so yes, I was afraid.

I remember being the timid stranger as you walked by me so many times. I would wonder,
if you even noticed me.
Your smile was perfect and every time I saw I would put my head down.
Bashful and afraid.

And then you spoke . . .

...and then what happened...?...lol...

You keep on writing this beautiful stuff...

you got us waiting...
I had a friend once who was photohraphed for a magazine cover- with this beautiful girl he was seeing, I asked him about it. He said, she was hot, untill she opened her mouth!