I was captivated

By the view

Not the muscles but his eyes

Why is it, someone tell me why is it?

Why do angels walk

Ain’t they supposed to fly

Or maybe I am high

High from his cologne

Dying, falling for him.

Like a rose between sunflowers he stood shining

I was Juliet he was Romeo

I was sure of it

It hit me bit by bit.

His presence, screaming words of love songs.

If what I felt can be written I’d write

Ohh yes I am a poetess not for this kind of love

Love that can’t be writted

Not in bold letters, not in Italics But only can be expressed,

Dear stranger, answer

Are you an angel?