Meeting You

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Ripples and flutters,
murmurs and mutters.
Twenty feet apart,
pierced by his presence from the start.
Flashes of warmth as I first met his gaze.
Frozen with enchantment unable to utter a phrase.
Enthralled by soft verdant eyes,
breaking out of my usual disguise.
He shyly lifted his hand and waved,
the moment in which I became saved.


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