What if

I just skipped a beat when our eyes met.
In that fraction of second, so charged was the undercurrents.
I didn't look back.
What if.

I missed my beats when you stood next to me in the lift.
Slyly looking at me.
I wished to catch your glimpse
but all that I could feel is your presence.
What if.

I had a lump on my throat when I saw someone like you in the restaurant.
A hot flush coloured me when I recalled your wild streak.
I tried to ignore.
What if

They don't realise the lioness within.