I sensed a warning sign
Before he could even speak
His eyes were of different colours
That I've been struggling to draw all my life
His mind was as sharp as a crow,
Realizing I lost it after those witty lines
The minute we first started talking,
I sensed that he was a river
And I was drawn to his current
I felt a gaping hole in his soul
And the desperate need to fill me in
This stupid idea is probably the reason
Why I only go after men with tortured souls
Was he ready? Was he not?
I felt an immediate spark
But recently I learned that
Just because I feel a certain connection,
Doesn't mean he feels it too
But he touched my soul,
Before he could touch my body
Those first few minutes
There was no physical connection
I only read him inside and out
And I savoured his presence just like how I taste my poems
