As the train pulled into the station,
I was not prepared for the sensation.
The sensation of fluttering waves,
Waves that lead me into dark caves.
You stepped down the stairs,
Totally unaware of all the stares.
The stares of inconsequential old ladies,
Whose thoughts would be too hot even in Hades.
Your hand clasped mine, warm and strong,
My heart danced and burst into song.
A song...