enchanted.

I wasn’t expecting to see you today.

Of course, I hadn’t even dreamt of your face until tonight,

but I am not complaining, believe me.

Oggling you from across the room never bore fruits,

but Cupid had a bigger fate than I had in mind.

You approached me slowly, over the dimly-lit bar,

and though I refused a drink, your eyes drunk me in,

and I had to pretend I didn’t care at all.

Has anyone ever told you you have dashing lips,

a dancing smile, conspirant eyes?

Of course, we traded jokes, our ages just a few digits between,

and I thought, my God, if you’re not a creation from above, who are you, really?

You held my eyes for a second longer than anyone else did

and when the night was over, I refused to go home,

digging my heels on the mud,

until we traded addresses.

In my room, I paced at night, feeling giddy and stupid,

a college girl with a crush.

Of course, I took my makeup off, wondered if you could love such imperfections,

grew petrified thinking you already had imperfections of your own to adore at home.

Tell me, did I make a fool of myself this evening?

I prayed, habitually, thinking I would see you soon again,

my thoughts echoing your name until you came back.

Such a wonderful, unexpected delicacy.

I was wonderstruck, afraid your heart was already in a cage,

when mine was exactly beating out of it.

And you know what they say, fate tests us.

That sparkling night, blushing in my nightgown,

it’ll replay forever, or until that coy smile of yours laughs at me again.

Whichever comes first.

One thing I didn’t say, though I wish I did.

I was enchanted to meet you.

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yes, mom, i wrote this piece listening to ‘enchanted’ by taylor swift and yes, it was incredibly fun. don’t judge.

thank you for reading!

- mel