Paper falling from the sky
Lights shine all around the room,
But they’re not as bright as her smile.
People dance under colored balloons,
I’m gaping at her sense of style.
There is paper falling from the sky -
She lights a cig somewhere close by.
You’d think I was moving to the music,
But I’m swaying to the sound of her voice.
It’s one thing to notice her beauty
To say it out loud is a choice.
She mesmerizes me.
I am lost in her.
She is lost in the sea.