At First Sight; That's Never Happened Before

How strange to see her once, and know
She was the one for me, and stranger still
To catch her, startled, looking back,
As if she'd sensed the same in me, and
Then to find her close, and both of us
So plainly pleased. We talked as if we'd
Known each other, joked, and, as we
Did, I lost myself within her face, her
Coal-dark eyes and raven hair, and,
When we had to separate, and I said
That I'd see her soon, such sadness
Pooled within those eyes. I tell you,
It was strange.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-12-16 at 00:33

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