There is something magical in your eyes. Something I cant escape from when our eyes meet. Something that makes us both smile. The absence of your laugh leaves mine no where to be found.
Can you feel me gazing at you with my eyes full with amazement and curiosity. Trying to understand who this beautiful creature is in front of me. As if I have never seen anything let alone anyone, not to mention a woman that can make me feel like you do. I want to hold you, I cant just sit next to you. I want to nestle up close to you. And yet I am calm and at peace with the distance and silence between us.
Looking into your eyes is like having a deep conversation with my heart and soul, words cannot translate your smile. Since the moment I met you cool spring night at DuPont circle you have stirred emotions in me I can explain only with a pen, you make my blood thick with feelings, hot with emotion as if your presence puts my body in a panic. But your eyes put me in a calm and your smile at ease and your laugh puts me in the palm of your hand.
Miss cool spring night at DuPont circle. I give up to your charms, and even though we haven’t touched we have shared not even a hug, I feel your warm embrace every time we meet. Oh miss cool spring night at DuPont circle when can we meet again?
About Me
- S.R. Alexander
- Washington DC, United States
- Following the footsteps of literary greats, I use a pen name in replace of my birth name. It is not that I am ashamed of my work, and thus put a pseudo name in front of it, but rather that I need the freedom to speak without the worries of my fame or infamy disrupting the peace of my private life. In short I am Clark Kent and Alexander is Superman.