Almost

I almost found my home in you
if only I’d known what to do
and wasn’t afraid like a fawn
when you turned my world upside down.

It only took you one evening,
a couple hours of dancing
filled with your wide giddy smile and
warm touches of more than a friend.

Looking at me amorously,
you made my heart furiously
beating against the inside of
my ribcage with onsetting love

like it had never done before.
That lovely May night, what is more,
I found new light and joy of life
in you, with desire so rife.

I almost went out to make out
with you, hesitating in doubt,
though, about what you intended
to do with me. If only did

you then take my hand instead of
getting thwarted and rushing off
because of my uncertainty
whether or not with you to be.

Had you then taken my hand, I
would have gone with you, though still shy.
Now I can only imagine
how it’d be had we not stayed in.

We later also almost kissed
if I hadn’t tried to resist
the sudden longing, wondering
what others would have thought seeing

us two kissing right then and there.
If only I didn’t so care
about it in that moment but,
instead, had I at least somewhat

more courage to give you a peck
on your cheek or perhaps your neck,
giving in to the timid lust
born of slow dancing bust to bust

and your hand to my butt crawling.
I’d been so much contemplating
whether I should myself kiss you
or whisperingly request you

to kiss me already, as I
was kind of expecting you’d try
to before long, until, sadly,
the music ended abruptly.

Afterwards I again almost
grabbed your hand, intending to boost
and preserve the romantic mood,
had I not been in the most rude

way disturbed and dragged aside from
you by who other than my mom,
concerned for me, and thus ruining
the best moment of the evening.

I’ll never forgive it to her,
nor myself that I didn’t spur
on in the things we’ve almost done.
Not doing every single one

of them, lacking the endeavour,
I sure will regret forever
since I fell so maddeningly
(but back then yet unknowingly)

in love with you, my best dancer.
You were such a cute romancer.
I wanted to make you happy
since you didn’t think me frumpy

as in long time the only guy.
In addition, with you did I
also feel happy, the happiest
I’ve ever been since I exist.

I hadn’t been so happy in
uncounted years, nor have I been
so happy ever since that night.
No one else managed to excite

me like you did, no other man.
I want to feel like that again.
Also, I still want to make you
happy, I most honestly do.

I love you and miss you so much,
and long for your closeness and touch,
need you like no one else before.
Nobody has impressed me more.

I find you cute but also hot.
I would trade everything I’ve got
just to be with you, my darling,
to find myself once again in

your arms, hold you tight, look deeply
into your so beautifully
bright blue eyes, and finally taste
your enticing lips with the zest

of coffee always lingering
(well, so I keep imagining),
’cause without you there’s but a void
in my life, all its joy destroyed.

We were so close to love, truly
we almost had it all, only
if you weren’t so prejudiced
as to put me on your blacklist

without any explanation,
nor single sensible reason.
I’d give anything for a chance
to revive our one night romance.