The Girl from Germany

She walks through the double doors

Gliding effortlessly over the polished wooden floor.

A look of relief crosses her complexion

As a friend greets her gaze with knowing affection.

Their Germanic tongues caress the acoustics of the hall

Rising in tempo as they discussed what was in store.

They round the corner with their destination insight

Preparing themselves for the formalities of the night.

There it was, the hubbub of society

The greatly anticipated Friday night party.

The girl surveyed the scene

Not wanting to appear overly keen.

That was when I saw her.

Her sublime figure framed perfectly by the doorway,

Her sleek blonde hair shimmering as if struck by the rarest of sunsets,

Her fervent eyes betraying a girlish excitement,

There she stood...

After a quick glance at her friend she strode confidently into the room,

Leaving a trail of exuberance as she meanders from group to group,

She looks in your direction...

You knew she was coming but your heart starts to race

A wave of nerves permeates through you like a cold winds embrace,

She quickens her pace.

Her disarming smile masks the deliberate nature of her journey.

You try to steady yourself but your emotions are in control

Cascading over the very corners of your soul.

Is it too late? A flicker of panic crosses your mind...

You breathe out.

A look of relief crosses your complexation,

You would not submit to this juvenile infatuation!

Embrace your fears

Roll back the years

And hide the child within.