Just A Little

by Twix

Satine doesn't really know what to think of Christian. She feels that she's falling in love, but she knows in her heart that she can't. But will she listen to it?

Just A Little

By Twix

Disclaimer: The oh-so-schnazz Baz Luhrmann owns Moulin Rouge.

Dedication: To Norah, because she inspired me to write one of my first poems that I feel are worth posting.

A/N: I hope you like it! Please review when you're finished.

When he looked at me, I almost fell.

In love, that is

But it couldn't happen to me!

Satine, the Sparkling diamond,

The highest paid courtesan of Paris!

I, of all people, could never fall in love.

But his eyes...

Those striking, blue eyes that were filled with such love.

It frightened me.

I had never fallen in love before.

The thought of love was stamped out of me

Before love could ever become an option.

I'm scared.

Is love supposed to be frightening?

I always pictured it as freedom, pure bliss.

But...if I open myself to things such as love,

Maybe I could feel free, pure bliss.

I see him now.

Christian, the penniless writer, is sitting at his typewriter.

But he's not typing.

He's staring back at me.

Oh, God, I'm falling

I can see myself falling for someone

I barely know.

Possibilities ran through my mind.

I could fall in love.

Keeping it a secret isn't that bad, is it?

But, Harold had specifically said

Don't fall in love.

But those eyes...

Oh, those wonderful blue eyes.

I have never seen eyes filled with such love

Maybe, just maybe

I could let myself fall

Just a little.