In the first second,
My eyes met her's,
And my heart skipped a beat.
In the next second,
We both revolted back to our work,
Trying to focus.
In the third second,
My eyes, tempted, turned a bit,
And met those hands,
Beautiful and working.
In the fourth second,
I tried to work again,
Tried to maintain calm,
But my wicked mind reminded of her palms,
In the fifth second,
I ordered my eyes to stay away,
But then I heard her voice,
While Talking,
And I was left with no choice.
In the sixth,
She was turned to her friend,
And for the first time I saw those,
Beautiful plaits.
In the seventh,
She turned back,
And this was the moment,
I felt alive.
In the eighth second,
A storm grew in my insides,
Causing havoc to every particle inside,
My heart fought back.
In the nineth,
My eyes were fixed,
Seeing the paradise
"This is not possible"
My brain was not convinced.
In the the tenth second,
Those eyes looked back,
at me,
And,
The rest was history.
