i saw her sitting across my table,
upon her radiating beauty I’d always stumble

her big brown eyes and curly hair,
her smile could snap me out of despair.

in the cubicles lined with gray and white,
she turned the mundane into an absolute delight.

coffee breaks felt like secret spells,
in whispered chats where silence dwells.

I’d steal a glance between the calls,
and while deadlines echoed through office halls.

her voice, a calm amidst an endless chatter,
as if, somehow, she was all that mattered.

I’d fix my hair by the mirror
while i glanced at her as my day got brighter.

she’d laugh, and I’d feel so seen,
in a world where love stays in between.

sharing smiles and holding hands in between breaks,
she was definitely my fate.

we worked in an office where the queer community was totally out and open,
but beyond these four walls she kept me roped in.