Alive

I love the way she smiles
She calms me, like the sound of the waves crashing on the beach
When I'm around her, time stands still
Her eyes lock on mine...
So powerful, yet so compassionate
She makes me feel alive
Not much life in a small town such as this
She changed all of that, she changed me
What seemed like a long time, wasn't long enough
For now she's gone
A connection was felt, if even for a moment
Have to respect the rules of the game
Her availability was naught
She awoke something inside of me,
Something that I have missed
She distracted me from the dismal surroundings that which encompass me
She gave me something to look forward to
Her face would light up whenever she laughed
I could always make her laugh
I couldn't get enough of it
I long to talk to her, to hear her voice
I hope that we haven't seen the last of one another
No expectations
Just a man looking to feel alive once again
In the presence of her.

Waiting

As I glance at her, my ears fall deaf to the surrounding world around me
I am enamored by her.
Her smile sweeps me into a gentle calm,
I wait for her there.
Some women bring the best out in people,
She is one of those women.
Her presence is undeniable,
Her smile, impossible to ignore.
So close, yet so far.
I long for things that many take for granted.
The first time eyes meet after a first kiss,
The first time eyes speak more than words,
The first time her head rests on my shoulders,
The first time a kiss on her forehead says that you adore her,
And the first time that you realize that she feels the same way that you do.
She is proof that God exists.
She is proof that I know so very little regarding the world around me.
I wish that she could see me.
See me for who I really am.
However, my presence is belittled by hers.
I blend in while she stands out.
My smile is welcomed,
Her smile is contagious.
So, I remain in this gentle calm,
Waiting for her.