I remember the Saturday night I first met you
You stood by the lone bridge
And you stared down at the still water underneath
Whatever you must have had
going on in your mind, I couldn't tell
But at that moment
You looked like something out of a picture
As the sunset beamed at you
You looked even more ethereal
Your long lashes darted back and forth on your cheekbone
I could swear that scenes like this were only visible in movies
But you made me believed otherwise
Saturday nights have never been the same again
After my encounter with you
Now, I wait patiently at the bridge I saw you that night Hoping that you would show up again
Sometimes I even dream about you without knowing
This is for an angel I saw once
I hope I find you again
My Saturday night fantasy...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
