His eyes

Though we crossed paths often,
I noticed him not;
Though we knew of each other's existence,
I spoke to him not.

When he became an acquaintance,
Though we shared nothing concrete,
Those few times among mutual friends,
Never once did our eyes meet.

When he became a friend,
Messages and tweets became the way.
Again, his eyes,
I never met in full sway.

And as days went by,
He had stolen my heart,
Leaving me no warning.
Ignorant I remained, not quite smart .

The next day he came for me,
Face to face we stood;
And looked eye to eye,
Finally shedding the hood.

Never before have I felt ,
Something so frightening,
Yet so invigorating,
That it was a tad unsettling.

I could feel my bones melt,
But couldn't tear my eyes away;
I had been waiting too long,
And the void flew away.

The feel of a safe haven,
That I could be hurt in no way;
A feel so strong
That it swept me away.

Now, five years later,
When our eyes meet for the gazillionth time,
I still get swept away,
Not unlike the very first time.