First Sight
Not sure that I believe
in love at first sight,
but there is something.
More than lust,
less than love,
I'd explain it as a sense.
Knowing something
secure has been bound,
whether recognized right away,
or kept dormant
for a dreary day.
A thread's been spun
between us both,
maybe small, and breakable,
but by none other than ourselves.
What we make of our thread
is up to us.
Spend time, to make a stronger stitch
or let it fray, and eventually
fall away.
Most precious is the presented possibility,
and having found it under circumstances
such as these.
In a world such as today's,
to completely connect with one another
for even a fraction of a moment
means so much more than what we
take from it.
So now,
through some perfect pattern of events,
I have come to find you
now thriving in my life.
Merry Christmas
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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