Weak at the Knees

A good old fashioned romantic poem

When two combine at first sunshine,

Entwined and conversing,

Amongst dispersing moonlit shadows

We shared a pillow,

Blazing and gazing up.

Hazing eyes, yet vision clear.

Sensing the tension edging near.

Appearing by chance,

A budding romance.

At once those butterflies began to dance.

Should they duck and dive to avoid confrontations?

Or take a chance on this sensational allure?

A feeling so pure is hard to ignore,

When sat side by side on a hard wooden floor.

They should simply throw caution to the breeze.

Embrace the weakness at the knees

And let their imaginations run a mock.

Bask in the electric shock.

As their heartbeats tick and tock,

They'll move when time allows.

But for now, they'll vow to avoid petty rows.

They'll love freely and converse with ease.

Easy as the breeze.

Weak at the knees.

Author's Note

Any constructive criticism is welcome

Reviews

[Brittany Bostic]

Gentle and soft, yet beautiful. I felt the ease of the love, as old as time and yet as new as if they just met each other. Though it did shift from first to third person, I found this poem intriguing.