I remember the day when i first met you,
in a room fulla strangers narrating who's who.
There was something about you, something in the air,
that blotted out everyone's presence there.
What kept me occupied was how to be the best,
to make you see ME among the rest.
Tho' I cudn't see your point of view,
girl, how was i supposed to have a clue.
I just knew what I felt like, sailing on a high tide;
wanted to ask you so bad if you'd come along for the ride.
I didn't want to be a poser, nor a despo too;
I'd only wished that you'd see me for what I really am;
A simple guy, who wants to
Impress YOU.
And the reply to the above was:
"Totally smitten with your actions,
i had no idea what were ur intentions,
what ever it was, was totally awesome,
Forever last these First Impressions...."
