Of Him

How could it be,
I melt each time I see him.
How could it be,
I swoon seeing his eyes.
How could it be,
I tremble when I hear his step.
How could it be,
His voice is just so sweet.

He looks the man,
but in his eyes the boy,
He speaks the part
but hides the better one.
He acts mundane,
Yet in his step is edge.

He rules with joy
The hidden world of feelings,
He smiles, for he knows,
Why I took all these steps.
He's quite and reserved
Which leaves me quite unnerved.


*this is from my collection between 2003-2005.*