Can’t seem to catch you.

They say there are lots of fish

in the sea

but I guess they don’t like my bate.

Mother says I shouldn’t wait

around for you to notice me

but I can’t help it.

I’d love to lie beside you

on white pillows

as soft as clouds.

You’d take me in your arms

and serenade me

your voice sliding like silk

over each note

your British accent

weaving magic with words.

You’d gaze at me

with emerald eyes

that sparkle when you laugh.

I’d let my fingers dance

across your Celtic cross tattoo

tracing the path that the needles made.

How I long

to lick your lips

and taste their sweetness on my tongue.

I know I hope

for these things in vain.

Perhaps I should quietly walk away

since you never knew

I was there in the first place.