Sparks

This work week was long and I would much rather stay home.

My friends love to party and play drinking games, yet I seem to play wrong.

I usually get too into my feelings after a few short rounds and end up with my face long.

Singing love songs, feeling left out of the loop of love—feeling weak, yet I fake strong.

But tonight feels different, like it’s love in the air and my lungs are getting full.

My heart is always on my sleeve, leading the way—and tonight I feel the pull.

“Tonight is the night,” I thought to myself—then my inner voice doubted, “I bet.”

But as soon as I started to loose sight of love—that’s when our eyes met.

There you were—the woman of my dreams.

I almost pinched myself, wondering if this was as real as it seems.

Then I ordered a second drink, thinking I may have found a wife.

Then I went to approach the missing piece of my life.

For now, we’ll start with tonight—locking eyes from across a dark room.

I hadn’t had a sip yet, so the warmth I was feeling was from when the sparks flew.

I was bit by the love bug the first night.

It was love at first sight.