Celest

I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

Early morning, in lines we stood

Mind not where it should be.

My eyes were drawn to

The magnet that is you.

You look at me, do you see me?

I see you, feeling leaden

When your gaze falls upon me,

Unseen and still I stare.

My heart beats faster

As you draw near,

Yet we don’t know each other!

Do I exist to you?

You beautiful brown hair,

Perfect facial features

Have stolen my heart and hold it

For ransom – I fall for you.

I am out of my mind thinking

A being as perfect as you

Could ever be mine to love,

To cherish. Out of my league!

© 2019 Wendy Engela