I saw him leaning on a tree
Wine shirt blue jean
Perfectly shaped hair perky lips
He smelled like Prince charming in my fairy tale
I saw him he saw me
I'm sorry he saw me
I'm sorry again he saw me
He didn't see my shaped shadows
He didn't see my perky lips or my too tight skirt
He heard the melodious tune of my vibrant laughter
He saw the way my face brightened when I saw things i loved
He could map out the geographical structures of my face with his eyes closed
He could pick me out even when I was lost In a dozen other me
He never said I was the reason his world evolved he wasn't that poetic
But he did tell me that out of a dozen formulas i was the almighty formula
With my simultaneous nature that equates his perfectly
I saw him and he saw me