King of Hearts
Angelina Wickman

All the room stops, 
and stares as you enter. 
A smile for each and every person,
Making them feel important. 

I watch you as I have always done, 
jealous of the beauties on your arm. 
Wishing I had the courage to speak up, 
when you ask me my name. 

All I can do is stare, 
and secretly wish and privately dream. 
Of dancing and kissing, 
of you whispering that you are mine. 

I dream of knowing your touch, 
the sweetness in your goodbye kiss. 
The joy of waking up to your dazzling face, 
of having your eyes burn with lust for me. 

King of Hearts, 
that’s what I’ve nicknamed you. 
Not a single soul can see,
And not want to know you. 

All of time stops, 
when your gaze reaches mine. 
Though I want to sound clever, 
I fall short each and every time.