There you are. Strolling down the corridors doing your, so familiar, 'Walk of Fame'. You think over the random thoughts that go through your head, not realising the effect you have on me as I watch you come. You look wonderful in this dress, as it billows in the evening breeze. I love the way you did you hair, as it falls down your neck,shoulder and back in a single, black cascade.
You watch the rays of setting sun that break in through the crevices on the wall and so elegantly steer away from them. But, it's as if the rays are longing to touch you and they become less sheen when they don't. As you walk in that particular patch of sunshine, you glow, just like a diamond in the making, saturated in the golden tones.
You then look up and watch my dreamy eyes looking straight at you. You give me that short, sweet smile. Your lips curve just to the perfect angle, not too much and not too less. That perfect smile reaches your eye and they twinkle with recognition.
You wave at me and everything seems to freeze. Your fingers seem to move at a slow pace and I feel the air move in and around the gaps, trying to get a hold on. I wave you back, in hope that I can fill them with mine, someday..
I feel the change in the wind, filled with your tantalising presence. Your charisma and positive energy flowing through my veins. I give myself a faint smile as I admire a strand of your hair that gets out and billows in the breeze. I watch your fingers flow in the air as you speak.
I see your charcoal black eyes shine as you smile. Your eyes are the shade of black that, I wish to drench myself all over. They are an Universe in itself, I wish to get myself lost into. They are the oceans of deep, I wish to explore.
And when you touch me, I feel this electricity coursing through me. Through my blood and my veins, from the tip of my hair to the nail of my toes. I realise myself thinking how blessed I am to have you here, with me. That's when I realised it has always been you.
But, my dear, I am your's now. Will you ever be mine?