Marcus

I am mature
I am calm
I am collected
And yet all it took were a few small compliments

It didn't matter delivery
Nor even sincerity,
Years of unexpressed emotions
All became on display at once.

I wanted a dialogue of description,
I still now, want to divulge a weakness at the knees
But I was sitting, and as always they remain reliable.

Gorgeous, I was told
I couldn't locate it
But courtesy made me accept it.

He was never on my level
Both god and a devil

But he gave a few small compliments that purged my lips to show a little line of white confessions.