I'm Not Much a Poet but a Dreamer

I don’t write love poems
as a general rule
because I have nobody
to wax poetic about

but today you looked at me
and your eyes were guileless and big
and I - tripped up, got lost
in the way your spindle-fiber-hair
curled against your cheek

and god, for a second
or probably more than that
who’s counting?
I swear I was in love