Stormy PoeticJustice

It was your smile that

first my attention grasped –

but it is the sound of your voice that

holds me here, literally immobile.

Even if I could move, I dare not,

for fear that you would catch me staring,

and turn away, embarrassed.

So here I sit, held fast to my perch –

watching you smile and

listening to you speak.

I concentrate even though the rhythmic

pounding of my heart is deafening.

Is the evidence of my rapture

written clearly on my face?

I am lucid – aware of my decent.

With every move you make

and each word you speak,

I fall deeper and deeper

in love with you.