A Boy to a Girl

It started with a whirl of your hair, a tilt of your head;
It started slow and timid—then fell in like lead.
I hadn't believed in love because love hadn't believed in me,
But now every time I look at you thunder is my heartbeat.

And yet I am so afraid of this,
Of what would happen with one kiss.
The armour I have forged, I have worn for so long;
The walls I have built, have stood so strong.

It's true what they say—about the little things:
I know, without even knowing, your favourite ring,
How you got that scar, why you laugh at the word "stool".
These things are important, because they are you.

When I think about you I feel fire—
A fire, a heat, the clenching of desire;
And the turbulent sea, and a release.
It's the upheaval of war, the prosperity in peace.

You have impressed on me like a winter daydream,
And linger in my mind like an old summer theme.
I feel like I have been here before,
Lost with you, walking some hidden shore.

But could you just be a wicked dream?
Or are you really all that you seem?
As near to perfection as I could ever know,
That piece that's been missing to make me whole.

I am just a lonely boy writing words on a page
For a girl he first saw dancing on a stage.
But I wonder, will I ever show you my lines?
The most precious things I could give, these verses of mine.

I have waited for this half my life.
Now my quiet heart sings loud and burns bright.
Here at last—I finally know.
I am choosing to dive into the deep and follow the glow.

Poem XXXIII
M.M. —  Feb-2013