I think I’m falling in love.
I think I’m starting to do exactly what I promised myself not to do
My thoughts are occupied 24/7 these days
I’m now more of a dreamer than a human
And there’s this face I’m seeing all day
Eyes opened or closed
There’s that smile that’s plastered in front of me
Fantasy making now takes 90% of my brain activity
And the ten is left to sleep
When I’m tired of thinking about her.
The 10% still belongs to her anyway
Because it’s her I see in my sleep
Ok see, mornings are no different
Cause I can’t wait to reach school, just to lay my eyes on her
Just to marvel at the mepleloleciousness of how she dresses
Morning is not morning before I’ve seen her.
You should feel the chills that run through me when I’m next to her,
When we’re practically breathing the same air
(Sigh) I’d always thought that Disneyland was the best place to be, till when I stood next to her
Ok, leave that aside,
You should actually feel the palpitations that her voice strikes on my heart
Just the sound of her causes me a heart race
And let alone that
Things get interesting when she’s talking and looking in my eyes at the same time
Jeez! Pen and paper cannot effectively describe that feeling,
Okay, it’s actually a state, a state of sheer confusion mixed with a powerful jinx
I’m exasperatively trying my best
But it’s even getting more square that explaining this is beyond paper and pen
And wait for this;
I’ve not told you what it feels like to hug her
If I should get the right words to relay that
Then dinausors should reappear
Just to try my best
Her’s is the warmest embrace you could ever get from a human body
Her hug tastes like eternal happiness
I’m actually leaving matters hugging at that point
I won’t talk of how those melons melt my chest
No , I won’t
I won’t say what it feels like when she presses her cheek against mine.
I’m guessing I wouldn’t have done any meaningful thing here,
If I dared leave without at least talking about her smile
You’ve probably heard about these most prized works of art being listed in order of valuability
Meaningless paintings and some ‘bland’ Da Vinci stuff
Hmm. Lemme say this,
Whoever writes that sh** is shamelessly yet to see her smiling
Because when they do so, they certainly would consider getting a new list with only one entity;
I don’t know if it’s her teeth
Or it’s those lips, I just don’t know
That combination just excites the hell out of me
Her smile is the perfect heart warmer.
Glad having you here again. That was an excerpt from I guess the longest piece I’ll ever put down, well if it fits to be called a poem 😂. I just wasn’t me when I was penning this, something just took over me.
That’s only part one because there’s at least a hundred and eighty more lines to it, the poem is let’s say quarter-way published.
There’s still a lot I’ve got to say about her eyes, her personality and much more….
I think I’m……
In love 😄.