Gentleman...

Gentleman....
Thats what she thought of him
The smooth way he talked
The classy way his hair sleeked back
And the way he spoke to her

Maybe this gentleman would prove to be something more to her
She thought
These thoughts over took her mind
Because at most present moments
Her work demanded more time
More mind
And more ideas

But all she could think of
All she could remember
Was his smile

The smile of a monotone man
The man with "no emotions"
As some would say

But to her
He was a man who cared for her
Who would exist beside her
Who took her breath away
And sometimes would make her feel like she belonged

So in her mind...
Does she tell him
Or does she stay silent
Never to come across the bridge
The one she longs for
The one she needs

But one step closer
Maybe even two

He is a gentleman through and through
Because he makes her feel wanted

In reality this gentleman is not the man she thought him to be
With his hair gelled back
And the smooth way he talked

He in her view became more than those words she called him
He became more of a lover than a crush
A man with emotions, not a heartless stick
A person who could understand her troubles...

She thought one last thought:
He is my love for he is mine and I am his