Her

She was a stranger, not until we got to talk. She was so sweet and gentle with her words, and I saw lots of hope. She was meant to be mine I thought, but I couldn't rush things, so I decided to halt. Because what I felt, they call it love, was so good to be true.

I was so moved that for a moment I flew, I was being driven by love. I could feel it flowing in my veins. Her ruby red lips were so beautiful, her smile, oooh gorgeous. But just like always I have questioned love, is it what  it is?. Maybe this time around it was what it is.