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 that could not be heard by anyone near,

Not even by you, my dear.

Every breeze plucking each and every nerve,

Your attentions bending into a curve,

A curve of attraction, tension and dare I say it,

Love, love masked by your ineffable wit.

The train station is now behind us,

Not understanding what was all the fuss,

The fuss of you and I, and our machination,

Leading me into the revelation.