Dear ____ , You may not ever hear the side of my narrative,
of my version of events of the night I set my eyes on you.
The goal was to amuse a troop of people with a rotten dance
yet you and others out standed to appease us viewers.
However, you manage to plunder my eyes by your graceful
moves, the tapping and your sway. Gluing my eyes on you
as for each scenery passed, my head pursuit to find any sign
of your presence once again.
Hypnotized in a state somewhat altered perception
in some way, a state of perplexity that blurred my sight
from fascination to reality. A feeling that won’t budge
each time that I saw you dance.
As yet you didn’t know I was part of this world,
and neither the world that came alive in my mind
when I first saw you. Stars would crash down, shining
on you becoming the center of my attention.
Yet at the moment there were no stars
only part of my imagination.
Music and melodies play, echoing through the room,
more than 350 viewers being amused. Hearts racing
from excitement, and laughter. My heart pounding
through my ears as I see your smile and laughter.
A normal heart rate lies between 60 to 100 beats per minute,
however I’m sure the whole crowd had pulsing far higher,
there are 8 billion people in this world, if a person had
super hearing they can hear all those heart beats at once
in a go.
But if I were that person with that capacity
I would only want to hear yours.
I can write pages of what I feel when I see you pass by.
After that night my heart longs to know more about you.
To get to know the world that you just created inside,
my mind.
I long to hear your voice and get to know
if I could be yours and if you could be mine.