That scent,
That charisma,
That enigma,
I think I know who you are.

That smile,
The laughter you brought
was more than just,
merriment, I thought.

Hands trembled,
Sweats formed on my temple.
What have you done,
to make me be stunned?

Pulsating,
Heart beating.
It’s racing,
I think I’m feeling it.

You moved closer,
It’s getting warmer.
Just what should I do,
to make my impression
last to you?

Did you take a glance of me,
or was it a fantasy?
But my heart keeps pounding,
with every breath I took in.

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