The bell sounds
And the chase begins
They both knew this when they first met
That first flush of attraction
She goes to her circle of friends
He to his
Shyly she glances towards him
Too late!
She is ensnared by his gaze
Subtly the appraise each other
No complaints on either side
The like what they see
A mutual friend tells one about the other
Never letting on they know how they feel
Encouraging him/her to talk to the other
But who will make the first move??
Who will make the first contact
I don't know.....
but neither do they
Written when I was 17, I can remember where I was when the words started in my head...but not why.
