When I felt you

At that point, I felt that,

it's something beyond likeness,

and I've fallen in love with you;

I turned myself like,

a curve turns the direction in an inflection point...

Now I know, I do stroll with you,

along a path that we've never followed before.

I pray not to come across barriers,

that are impossible to cross,

like vertical asymptotes..

Even though we're heading towards,

the same direction at the same pace,

I don't know whether we've drifted apart,

with a slant asymptote that,

laughs at us wickedly.

However up to this point I live,

I believe we're getting closer and closer,

so we should meet at the same point.

When would it be?

I never know exactly!

But I must say, I sense we're about to converge,

in such a way, I don't know how to recount.

I don't want it to be delineated either,

What I feel when I hang around,

is more than enough to believe so...

When I take a look back,

my inner voice says I did nothing to brood on,

by turning to you,

even though it was a strange thing,

compared to what I'd done till that point.

If someone asks me, if am I satisfied with what I'm doing,

I can answer, "Yes I am."

Because I know I wasn't attracted to a black hole,

but to a glowing and gleaming moon,

that solely urges me to grow always....