A Spellbinding Truth
When Love Cannot be Denied
We locked eyes from across the room
Space and time came to a halt
I wondered then, in a vacuum
All those poets, storytellers of the heart,
Was this what they spoke of
What they meant, what some dreamt of
What they pondered and wrote of
What was sought and heard of
To love, not with time
But to love at first sight
They wove with a rhyme
And prosed with delight
They spoke of love in long bouts
One that bloomed with no doubts
It lived and thrived in one route
And despaired from no drought
Was this what I felt then,
What I’d feared, what I’d hoped for
A love so instant
That it filled me with awe
About the Creator
Shequinah Nanshanapa
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