“I am Sorry!”

magic comes from the way he looks at me

i collide with him and he looks confused

he notices my red hair and my soft curls

i simply wish he would kiss me, hug me

and when he stares deep into my eyes

i know magic happened, a rare one

i put all of my scattered tampoons

which fell out of my bag, him helping as well

and when he realized what he was picking

he blushed the colour of a ripe tomato

and said, "oh, sorry, my apologies!

how clumsy of me, dropping all of your,

ummm, belongings, so deelpy sorry!"

i shrugged and said, "no worries!"

but deep in my heart i know that

it was magic which brought us close!