Eye Contact

A poem about the first meeting of two lovers who have fallen in love from afar.

My eyes see yours
And yours see mine
I smile, blushing, for a time.
I raise my hand to stroke your hair
It's blowing in the cool night air.
Your face, it glows, like a moonlit rose
Your eyes sparkle with delight.
I step forward to embrace you,
I want a kiss, it feels so right.
I put my arms around your waist,
Your lips, I'm longing for a taste.
My lips touch yours
and yours touch mine
I'll treasure this moment 'till the end of time.