As I sit and sip my piping hot tea,
I watch the world around me create a picture
The crowded streets
The loud beeps
I could hear them all until I saw him
I sat down on a bench in the lively park
With a croissant in one hand
And my notebook on my lap
I start drawing the people who pass me
Their stories are unknown to me
All of their stories, except for his
My heart beats a melody of the perfect love song
City firework lights flicker like a disco ball
I’m stuck in a old black and white romance film wondering
Can love really be an instant thing?
Stars shining bright throughout the sky
They follow him down the street like his own spotlight
He makes time freeze for me
The most beautiful masterpiece
He helps the older lady cross the street
He helps the little girl get her kite out the tree
A true gentleman
My person
