Many messages later and final the question was asked.
a time, but which place to go.
pressure to impress but have a chance to know you more.
of course it has to be a meal.
you came to my door in that chavtastic grey top
but the first thing that caught my breath was those beautiful eyes
nervous smile attached for the hope the butterflies are shared.
I cannot remember the meal we ate or the film we watch after
All I know is the feelings that sparked and grew taller than any oak tree
conversations branched out to morals that we share.
your skin soft made my heart tremble
the last first date I would ever have.
how could that tremble bring my heart so full
Those eyes the soulmate I was searching for.
Morals we can share with our future springs.
The date, the chance of love