One lonely night,
When stars were shining bright,
The heavens cried,
As I finally endured that,
Maybe,
He wasn't the one for me
even if his presences
Gave me palpitations,
His words made me stutter ,
Even if his scent intoxicated me beyond words,
An' my body yearned for his touch,
even as my lips
Thus parted ,
in hopeful agony,
that
They may meet his,
I've acknowledged that maybe he wasn't the one for me....
Considering that ,
After all,
He does not look at me ...
The way he does you,
With that half smirk,
That sexy glint in his pupil,
That eagerness to be next to you.
He'd never look at me that way,
And that n