My Forgotten Valentine

Deep blue and charismatic, slightly naughty yet kind I wonder what they searched for, as his eyes bore into mine I think he had ruffled hair, but I can’t exactly recall All that I remember is that his eyes had made me fall He looked at me I looked at him, and a new world begun I had a new set of feelings, a new type of fun My heart, felt heavier, I was floating in mid-air I had the strongest urge to look pretty with my hair His eyes were so deep they had a gravity of their own Pulling me so strong, like I was meant to take this throne I had seen in films, what love was actually like But never had I experienced it, nor this emotional hike “Sorry” he sexily said when he accidentally dropped my books “No problem” I managed to say focusing hard on my looks But he just looked around, and simply walked away After taking a few steps, he turned to look my way That got me excited, and he gave a crooked smile My heartbeat sped, and I was mesmerized by his style I wish I’d stopped to talk to him, but my voice cracked That was the last we met, and that’s a hard fact Was he a devilish angel, or an angelic devil? Well, at least my first love didn’t cause me any trouble I so really wish I still remembered his face Nevertheless, his eyes’ memory remains…