Milanka

Milanka

I still remember her shy look
and the smile with which she captured my heart
on our first meeting,
when she only spoke her name:
"Milanka."

Second meeting and unskilled acting:
"Oh, where did you come from? I haven't seen you."
My smile, her lowered look,
silent admission that she was ashamed.

I don't remember how many times
on a day that was hellishly hot,
I passed through her empty street,
just to "accidentally" meet her.

Her surprise, and my acting,
the third meeting and invitation for a date,
even though she radiated pure naivety,
her every move was like a flirt.

A long walk, nervousness like a child,
a stolen kiss just at parting,
her arms around my neck as approval,
this thief was lucky then.

Zera Princ