Poem for a Boy

Slow. Quick-Quick.
Slow. Quick-Quick.

The teacher counts the steps
As we waltz around the gym.
I hear her words only faintly,
For I'm captivated by your warm, brown eyes.

The bumbling conversation matches our graceless dance
As we try unsuccessfully to avoid stepping on toes.
Yet the space in between us grows smaller
With every measured beat.

Slow. Quick-Quick.
Slow. Quick-Quick.

My heart dances a two-step whenever you're around.
Mindless chatter before class sends my mind spinning.
I sneak a glance in your direction when the prof isn't looking,
Daydreaming about what might be.

Summers come and off you go back home,
Oblivious to the fact that
I fill my time with countless jobs trying to forget.
But try as I might, you're still there,
Waltzing across my mind.

Slow. Quick-Quick.
Slow. Quick-Quick.

I didn't set out for this to happen.
Helpless with these feelings,
Vulnerable to your love,
Smitten at the sound of your voice.
Piece by piece you've broken through my walls,
And revealed your beautiful self.

I sleep tonight to the sound of that first dance,
So long ago though so clear in my dreams.
And I long to dance all my dances
Wrapped in your strong arms,
For you have stolen my heart.
And I adore you.