Poetica

Thinking back to the time when we first met
although it’s been years now, I cannot forget
your eyes full of mischief and indolent joy
I knew from the start; you’re one hell of a boy

I keep reminiscence about your old jokes
the ones that you tried on all type of folks
the thunder that seemed to follow your trace
and the glory than shone upon your face

I had never been so nervous and weak before
but still I kept asking God for more
the dumb kind of girl who messes with fate
and never gave up, though the hour was late

I know it’s been years now, but we’re still the same
and I still laugh at your mind-tricking games
and I am still able to drown in your eyes
cause you’re all of my dreams in a single disguise

© Jonna Carlsson