He met Rose on the first day
Pretty with frills and pink lipstick to go
Her laughter brought out his
He plucked a flower and tucked it under her ear
It just felt right.
Catherine surprised him
Intrigued him, caught him offguard.
She had the ease of the river
the depth of an ocean
And the wit of a goddess
Pessimistic Ann was his least favourite
She always had her brows crooked
Almost in the same way she viewed the world
He wasn’t sure she really liked him.
The day he met her
Her name captivated him
She was gasoline to her own fire
He felt like ice; melting in her presence
But also like a candle; finding the lighter he so desperately needed.