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July 14, 2005

Chance Meeting

I stumble,
catching a glimpse of
the dark pools of her eyes
that draw me ever deeper into the depths of her beauty.

I blink,
mesmerized by the entrancing
apparition which pulls me ever closer
like a moth to the unquenchable heart of a flame.

I breath,
in wonderment of how she has
knocked me off my feet and ponder
why it seems I have never taken a breath before.

I feel,
the growing pounding in my
chest as my heart races with a
deafening roar that threatens to fill the room.

I tremble,
as my feet fail to move in
response to her welcoming smile
which rivals the heavenly sun's radiant glow.

I blush,
feeling the heat rise
to my face, forgetting my own name
and certain I have stammered something foolish.

I sing,
to myself, swept along
by the melodic sound of her voice
as she speaks with the lilting tones of a seraph.

I remember,
as if it only just happened.

(Written by me on 6/21/2002, rescued from livejournal)

Posted by Ravennacht at July 14, 2005 04:00 AM Posted to Prose and Poetry