Phase 1 ~ Lovebombing
She walks in eyes down carrying the weight of the day on her
He spots her coming, eyes targeted like a heat seeking missile, through a crowded room, avoiding sound barriers and windows his hand is clinched
To her it looks like protection and tension
Swathing her in enough kindness to dress her for life
Her pragmatism could not defeat his magnetism to her weakness
He pulls the pin and every layer a compliment of warmth and reassurance that at first sight? She was…
His soulmate
Her soul he’d own for every layer made her the prettiest bag lady
A sight to behold and she would carry every stitch with pride
She wore enough to cover a clothes wrack in Macy’s
Shirts and blouses a bedazzlement with lines such as
“The stars could not be brighter above your eyes.”
A blush and eyes flutter reflecting like strobe lights off of a disco ball the truth is sought
Hidden behind his smile but under his breath a venom is brewing to be released with a kiss
He never kissed in this way and everything that was for her was for him
Everything was different with her like seeing snow for the first time
Life was THAT refreshing
He never loved in this way, or has he?
That was love for her
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