Welcomed Feet

Imagine if the world, within our sight
From horizon to horizon
Was the world in its entirety
Would you then deny your inner light

When I was with you those summers
That was how you made me feel
Open and relenting to everything
We smiled when we were called lovers

The cobbled streets welcomed our feet
Street music was thick in the air
The warmth of your hand entwined with mine
Your salt taste was a product of the summer heat

We were lost in the world we could see
Muddled voices and the welcomed evening cafes
Studying your every feature so as not to forget
Getting buzzed and laughing while we drink

You are the queen of this place
You fill me with everything I need
You are so spiritually perfect
And every time I close my eyes I see your face

'This is what love is', she said
Holding my body like a raft at sea
Once more she turns into my frame
The night is gone and we sleep safe in her bed

It Was Raining

I was sitting in a pub, listening to the drone of voices when it began to rain outside. The sky was darkening and it was like someone was slowly dimming out the sun; that's when people outside began to rush in to avoid the rain. Smiling I turned around to watch the people sheepishly and angrily run inside and brush the rain drops off their clothes. And that is when I saw her; she was using a magazine as a makeshift umbrella, she was wearing tight, light blue pants with calf high brown suede boots and a loose fitting and flowing white shirt, all of which looked amazing on her small frame but at the same time all of which was overshadowed by her amazing beauty. When I saw her smiling face and porcelain skin made red from blushing, it was all I could do to keep from dropping my drink. I constantly kept reminding myself to quit staring and to close my mouth; she was stunning. Her hair was the color of melted chocolate, shimmering and almost incandescent it lay against her perfect shoulders.

I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to quit guessing her name and actually ask her myself; all I could do is steal glances and wonder at her beauty. She had friendly eyes and never once gave a hint of possessing an ego beyond her control. I wondered if this is what it would feel like to see another human after being stranded alone without human contact for decades; I was transfixed. She was naturally beautiful and from where I was sitting I couldn't find a hint of makeup on her softly smiling face. She was extremely beautiful but in the simplest way. If she was in a crowd she could easily blend in but to me she stood out like the Moon among the stars.

Before I could hide my star-struck appearance and gather the courage to talk to her it had stopped raining; she gathered her soaking magazine, finished her drink and walked out. Should I have ran after her? Should I have acted sooner and risked looking like a failure if she wouldn't share a drink with me? I have never been the type of guy that uses lines to pick up women nor will I ever be but one line would have been handy then. I wasn't born with a silver tongue or charm but all I had to do is say "hello", it would have been that simple. But on the same hand, what if she turned out to be the opposite of the ethereal girl I had seen and imagined? Now I am left with the memory of her and a million unanswered and unanswerable questions. But I am also left with the memory of seeing true beauty, unspoiled perfection and a smile that sets me on fire.