Stuttering lips and fingertips,
Stared you not quite in the eyes.
I stalled with a trip,
To the bar to get a grip.
To think and sip,
On the next words on which I'd slip.
Like a moth to flame,
Destined to burn in his awkward nature.
I was attracted to the glow of your heart.
Surely I'd awake from this dream,
Or the cameras would come from behind the scenes,
Tugging me apart from the seams,
While pointing and laughing at the silver screen,
Saying we're surprised that you couldn't have seen,
That this type of girl only lives in your dreams.
Yet there she was flashing an ever-so-inviting smile,
The kind I could picture walking towards me down the aisle,
Lighting up the darkness around us all the while,
I stole glimpses of beauty from my bar stool exile.
What is wrong with you?
You have the best intentions.
Just stand up and walk over there,
Forget your superstitions.
Get up and get going,
Become a man with ambition.
Walk over to her,
Or you'll always wonder what you're missin'.
Stumbling over words I still struggled with speech.
And went for a kiss that seemed just out of reach.
Your lips taught a lesson only a kiss could teach.
This was the last first date that I'd ever need.
This is my first poem I've ever written. Although, it may not seem elegant it's has profound meaning to my heart. I dedicate this to my wonderful girlfriend in celebration of our 5th anniversary. I love you baby. This will be forever written on the blockchain. More importantly it will always be written on my soul.
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