When we first met,
You were just a gaze.
Like a cloudless serene of October,
A gust of wind passing by,
There was an island between us.
But the second you called for me,
My heart pounded against my chest.
I wanted to visit that island
There were no ringing of guitar strings
But a nascent,
delicate
Echo of heartstrings.
Is this what they call love?
There is an alacrity in my atoms
To embrace your atoms.
Each cell in my body leads to your cells
What sorcery is this?
We all yearn to be something,
You to me,
I to you,
Long to become a
whimsical serendipity
That won't be replaced.
YOU ARE READING
Serendipity
Poetrya crescendo of non rhymic words filled with honey and scented with lavender, with a wish to hold something, a hope probably ♥
