That Special Someone
When meeting that special someone
There's no doubt in your searching mind
You can sense it, this is surely the one
It's a feeling like no other kind
Suddenly you stutter and stammer
Your face turns a crimson red
Wonder if you remembered deodorant
Or had two cups of coffee instead
You hope and pray she doesn't notice
The fumbling, the nervous twitch
You try and try to act cool and together
Not sure which hand is which
You're right-handed, maybe left
Your brain is in absolute befuddlement
You wish her a very good day then wham
Walk straight into an ill-placed plant
You are not alone, it happens every day
It's definitely a worldwide affliction
If, as you think, she is actually the one
You, my dear friend, are smitten
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2019
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