A Love Story

Your voice stands at the corridor of your mouth,

Too scared to mumble a whisper

Too shy to puke a word

As her smile says hello,

And your goosebumps respond in halo

They’re butterflies in your head now,

A crown of flowers hovering around

Like a caravan of bees in their hive

Today you look like a filter,

Your muscles are staggering,

On this day you’ve seen beauty,

Face to face

And all you can do is stare

With courage sleeping in easy mode

Here you understand,

That even the strongest of men could be meek,

Weak and feeble

You no longer blame Solomon for being Solomon

For you’re in his shoes now

And this itch seems comfortable, at least op you