Your name rolled off my tongue smoother than a bottle of 35 merlot You were all smiles and charm, Smart words and longing looks. Your arms; all built and mesmerizing Vowed to hold me up like a tower That was never meant to stand on its own Like a tower that could easily collapse. Your glazed glistening eyes Would torment my moving lips That desperately tried to form words in to clever sentences, But ended up being strings of broken cobwebs in the wind And stronger than the force of that wind, I was blown over when our hands touched for the briefest moment. I was the teenager with a rebellious streak And you were trouble with a capital T Holding a board with my name. In bold. Underlined twice.