Given my history of failed love, you would think that I would learn

But it shocked me when I realised, there’s more inside no matter the burn

It happened so quickly that I can’t explain how it came to be

That a tall, dark and handsome can affect the confused heart of me

We spoke no words of feelings as we sat there on the bench

Till the cold wee hours of the morning though neither of us had wrench

Someone came to check on us, though they did so un-regrettably

Cause they did not like that we were still up and talking in the gallery

This mystery connection was forced to an end and though no words were said

I felt as though I just found love, though my heart had once bled

I swore to myself never again to love another, never again will I bother

To fall for someone who will up and leave, or for one who will stay to make me grieve

This feeling that I had, made me want to burst

But I made myself stop and think, should I call “Sherlock Holmes” first

To find out what is hidden in this mystery

Before I fall and hurt myself and repeat history

It’s a good feeling I must admit for it had been a while

Since I had something felt like this, to fill my mouth with guile

I sit and wonder if what I feel is what it might be

But then as I shudder it makes me ponder, could this be for me

My heart goes pitter patter as it beats against my chest

For whenever I think of him, I become distressed

By the thoughts that cloud my mind

I wonder if he sensed that too, but I hope that he was blind

To the fact, that there might be, something stirring inside of me

The next time we meet I hope I’ll be cool

And don’t act like a girl, just out of school

The alcohol’s to blame, there’s no other at fault

But I choose to remain unnoticed and locked up in my vault.

                                                                                                              t.jacob

                                                                                                              Jan.29^th 2009