Mr. 'B' the Talker

Like a first time,
My legs shaking
with the sound
of my heart beating.

To the bar I walked
for a seat available.
He was soon to arrive,
The crossing of ours paths enabled.

I found myself lost,
So blue and gentle his eyes:
Into powerful attraction to My Valentine,
his voice, smell, and face...

My hands holding his,
His lips gently spelling words,
Entangled in a warm hug of energy,
My mind awaken flying into what ifs.

We were there together,
but not forever.
His voice into words of reality,
affraid of romance matters.

Reminding me to get grounded,
A Valentine for the day,
A friend 'going with the flow',
Blowing my dreams of US away.

Cold words, Warm memories,
A Heart Dreamer awaked,
never teased with true love,
Flowers or Romance.

poem by Florida Angel
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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