Just A Girl

Sitting in silence
At a table all alone,
I was at ease with content
In thoughts all my own.

The sun shone bright
And I was rather annoyed,
For its intensity was regrettably
Higher than I would've enjoyed.

And suddenly out of a shimmering ray,
She appeared in my line of sight,
Posed directly across from where I sat,
Her entire image glistening bright.

With the parting of her lips
And the sight of her perfect smile,
All sense of comfort left me
To toil alone for a while.

I could feel a bead of sweat
Trickle down my trembling cheek.
Her mere presence tortures me so,
Around her I am wretchedly weak.

Her eyes, those eyes,
Piercing and probing
Through my mind,
A wonderland of thrill
In which her presence
Continues to manifest still.

When my face remained unchanged
Her sweet smile softly dwindled,
And as quick as her lips rejoined
My contented comfort had been rekindled.

Once again I was in control,
Unaffected by her poséd threat,
I saw before me just a girl
And I surely ceased my nervous sweat.

I flashed a quick smile,
As fake as I intended,
Then stood from my seat,
Other things were to be attended.

She remained with a confused
Expression spread across her face;
I let a smile creep across mine
At the thought of her mind beginning to race.

Those eyes, no longer pierced.
That smile, no longer shone.
Suddenly just a girl on a bench
That I had once known.