He walked in, and I think my heart skipped a beat.
How could any god create this handsome man?
I only saw his face once,
But that was enough to say he was perfect.
I don\'t remember his eyes or if our gazes met,
But I remember his lips.
His lips were gorgeous. They suited him.
Dark as night were his locks that framed his face.
This man was carrying a skateboard.
I couldn\'t get my eyes off him when he stood in the lane.
He was about two heads taller than me.
I wonder how old he is?
I saw his manly hands when he bought himself an ale.
His short fingernails were painted black.
I wonder if he plays guitar...
He was speaking English.
Even though he spoke minimally, I still noticed:
His voice was perfect too.
I wonder what country he\'s from?
I had no idea where this man came from or where he is going.
I watched him go as he left,
His oversized clothes suited him amazingly.
My gaze followed him until it couldn\'t anymore.
I hope he didn\'t notice me,
But at the same time I hope he did.