.. the first time i saw you? ..

In my mind a picture forms, It's pixels dance in rhythmic scenes,
It forms like clouds before the storm, swirling in rasping melancholy,
That I do see her, or that I don't? can this be the truth; but what is truth?
When eyes meet from mine to hers, heart compressed yet heart aloof!
The signs are there, yet I am blind,
Pass right through them, no glimpse behind.

I glanced her way, she too inclined, her eyes like stars gravitated her pull,
Impatient to pause, I extended my soul, and as it seemed she followed suit,
I spoke with urgency of my love, and felt the bite of sweet deference,
We spoke alone until night was through, a hint of magic, a touch of Merlin.
How my heart, so wants to sing,
My lady tender, yang found its yin.

I courted my love, through days on end, but receiving only stark reply,
Gathered thoughts orbit my brow; where, how, why? why? why?
Was it a dream, my kindly love, that shook my heart and grabbed my senses,
Or was it a lie, that she declared, and stood me on edge of a precipice?
Do I stand, or do I fall?
If she know not, then I know all.

I steady myself, "Get a grip!" - the moment but passed, doesn't fail to live,
That what we shared shrewdly thought, is why unrequited love is give,
There shall be a moment: Yes!, When all turns to honey in her honest devotion,
That she takes her time to take account, in all fairness beauty is given such lotion,
What once was, shall be once more,
What is now, shall not last the tour.

For Love! For love! She has replied, a token of the highest merit
That to meet with her in the presence of others, shall induce our public fellowship
Garments? Aromas? What to wear? for my love, in a panic I tower to crumble.
My being so high, lifted by love, its heavenly chorus makes me humble.
O it's true, she loves me lots,
She loves me not, is a love that's not.

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