Milanka
I still remember her shy gaze
and the smile that captured my heart
at our first meeting,
when she only uttered her name:
"Milanka."
Another meeting and clumsy acting:
"Oh, where did you come from? I didn’t see you."
My smile, her lowered gaze,
a silent admission that she felt bashful.
I no longer remember how many times
on a hellishly hot day,
I walked down her empty street,
just to "accidentally" run into her.
Her surprise, and my acting,
a third meeting and an invitation to a date,
even though she radiated pure innocence,
her every move felt like flirting.
A long walk, jitters like a kid,
only at parting, a stolen kiss,
her arms around my neck, as approval,
this thief was lucky then.
Zera Princ
