Him

That moment where you first see him, you stumble.

Torn between not looking and not staring,

You're left in a silly pose of standing like a statue,

Not sure what to do, what to say, afraid to blink,

As though he might disappear.

You're not sure if he is real, standing there.

It's not even his handsome features that stopped you in your tracks,

It's those eyes. Those eyes that stare right into you,

As if not believing what he is seeing either.

You start blushing thinking he's the most magnificent thing you have seen.

That first image of him, etched forever now into your mind.

His dark, tousled hair, his beautifully tanned skin, those bright green-blue eyes,

Burning with a passion you thought never existed.

Something started taking over, as you were still stood there.

Then the moment is gone. He is gone.

The memory stays. Etched. Burned.

Like a book with words forever there now.

All you think of is him.