It is Just Him.
His smile,
his chocolate brown hair,
and those eyes.

They make my heart squeeze.
My stomach churns and flutters.
My breath is rapid.
Then I remember, speak!

He laughs,
so I smile.
I can't help it.
Just him and I in this room.

I give in to
the warmth of his hand.
I look into those eyes.
I feel so secure.
Just him and I.

Then, comes dismay.
Mutual feelings?
Or no?
Is it too late,
to be just him and I?

Is the future enough?
Am I good enough?
He is marvelous,
but am I?
Will it always be just him and I?

Looking into those
welcoming eyes,
the panic tarnishes.
He whispers,
Just you and me.