When I Looked Into His Eyes

Darkness.

A bag unzips and opens.

In pops his head,

Eyes and curls are potions.

*

Head? Upside down.

Scarf? Around his neck.

Trench coat collar? Up.

Deep voice? That's a check.

*

Fifteen was my age.

He was thirty-four.

Not to worry, I've never met him

Of that I'm sadly sure.

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I didn't get it before,

Girls crazed with actors.

But then I saw him,

And it was fatal attraction.

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His name? No matter how

You write it, you know

Who it is. Everyone does

Since a few years ago.

*

Banister Crumblebench

Buttercup Cumbersnatch

Bonkyhort Cutiebrunch

Benedict Cumberbatch

*

No matter the names,

I knew him a different way.

To me he was Sherlock

Who snatched my heart away.

*

As the minutes crawled on,

Looking at him was bliss.

My heart beat faster now.

A feeling I couldn't dismiss.

*

The world was not the same.

He was the beginning of a wave.

Of a parade of actors and actresses

To whom my fan love I gave.

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Yet he was the first.

The one and only

That to this day I see

And takes away my lonely...

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Heart.