As I sat in the school lounge, <br />reading a covered book prior to class. <br />A picturesque beauty sat directly in front of me, <br />I faced her profile less than a yard away. <br />Her loose curly locks and azure eyes, <br />conveyed existence and liveliness, <br />in this otherwise gloomy space. <br />I glanced down at my digital watch, <br />and abruptly realized class was soon to start. <br />I leaned down to my schoolbag on the floor in front of me, <br />and swiftly placed my textbook in. <br />As I closed my schoolbag and looked up, <br />she was now leaning towards me <br />asking for some unknown question, <br />her face only inches within mine. <br />I could feel her warm breath on my hair, <br />our eyes met, my heart was pounding. <br />Seconds felt like hours lost in time, <br />time here had lost of meaning, <br />time had no meaning here. <br />I walked away not saying a word, <br />her beauty forever burned in my mind.....<br /><br />Mahfooz Ali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-was-infatuated-in-class-eighth/
