Amsterdam

I looked at you and the world went silent.

A beautiful piece of picturesque art you were.

Between all the books and spilled ink bindings,

It was you that stole my attention away.

Gorgeous dewdrop eyes looked at me,

A mystery that starts with your name.

You kissed me in the flash of a moment,

Then just as quick you moved away.

"You call that a kiss?"

I would cheekily say.