I saw you across the road,

you wave to me,

I forget to wave back,

I was completely lost in your beauty,

You come to me,

you greet and I stutter to speak,

Do you feel the same?

You shake your hands and, says friends?

I hate being friends with you,

your almond-shaped eyes,

behind your square-framed specs,

those curls,

Damn my heart.

Your smile,

My face turning into a tomato,

This begins,

to story to be remembered or

a memory to forget..