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brief glance
He is Walking the street
London before but nowhere to go
A city to hide in but nowhere to be
A quick glance to change my world
Standing in summer the shade
Shadows covering her angelic face
His smile spreads at her elegant grace
She smiles in return it halts his pace
He stumble’s he stops he stammers
His heart sure to burst in fear and desire
His mind screams to walk, No run away
But wait!
His feet reject his minds command,
Carrying him through his fear to her
His brain is frozen, thoughts a jumble
His lips move, asking her name
He is stunned as she replies
Her accent thick and sultry
He speaks a reply words unbidden
She blushes prettily, and apologises
He stop’s stunned why are you sorry? Asks he
heart slows expecting the inevitable rejection,
Can you speak more slowly comes her sultry reply
She haltingly says, My English is not so good
His heart leaps and again his mouth moves
Words spilling out in a yammering mess
He is jabber at her happily, but not realising
Her English is better than his Russian
He is a fool talking to fast brain to slow to realise it
But wait she isn’t walking away, she is smiling
She looks up at him hair resting lightly upon her shoulders
A face Beautiful and luscious
Her face slightly lowered her eyes raised
Slightly obscured but all the more stunning for it
It happens so fast, He forgets to blink
He asks if she has a number, she does! (yippee).
His hands are shaking, blood pumping
It must be obvious how nervous I he is
Incredibly she doesn’t seem to notice or care
He loves her all the more for it
He steps away promising to call,
She remains with angelic grace
His steps now as light as air,
A moment eyes connected
A heartbeat to fall in love
A life time to regret
A wasted opportunity of eternal love
A friendship that will last an age if nothing less
He remembers, she remembers
Irina my little pigeon in denim
Always missed, always wanted
