Victoria

I don’t write about anyone, I am writing about you

One so bold, I’d mistake you for a bad boy, but as soft as a Victoria

One who won the staring contest I never lost, but I do with you

One whose eyes so kind, how could you win that?

I must have thought you were messing with me when I saw you at that table

When I saw you danced on that bar counter, gazed at my direction

And I still doubt it when you came to me without your friend,

And challenged me to kiss you? I still doubt that

But when you said “you’ve never been with a lady before”, I didn’t hesitate at that

Not because I was reckless, but I knew then that I care

And f**k not because I want to prove anything, but I knew you saw me

I knew you trusted me, I knew I trusted you

This was not meant to be a fling, because I don’t do flings, Victoria

But if this was a spark, I’d honour a moment, a gift, a glitter

I’d honour feelings, I’d honour your warmth and tender

I’d honour every “you’re cute” cos that’s as far as I can take compliments

But by god, I’d honour what we had

I’d honour our space, our time and our distances

For I think it only made me think,

Distance is nothing when you could cross that bar for me

Time is nothing if I could feel your soft milky skin again

Space is nothing If that night was our raw emotions

I spoke to universe after you left,

Because it felt like an answer to my fragile humongous heart

This is not a force, this is not destiny

But if the stars were aligned, this must be it

One night in Scotland, with my Victoria