What magnificent impulse
What magnificent impulse
did I have that day
when seeing you in the park
I clenched my fists
as I walked up to you
and introduced myself
as I never believed that anyone
since the creation of the world
could be so stunningly beautiful
and it suddenly hit me that I
was in love with you
when I saw your smoky eyes emit
a craving
a hunger that was for me alone.
there were no precise words of
love
for what need did we have for that
as I could feel the rhythm of
your heart
and we both knew that even a few feet
were an unbearable distance
apart.
you won’t let me kneel before
you as neither of us
must be subservient to the other
as our being together
is a visible
yet invisible proof
of our finite
yet infinite love.
and we both knew that even a few feet
ReplyDeletewere an unbearable distance apart. ~ Such beautiful love!
Like the visible/invisible finite/infinite contrast.
ReplyDeleteLovely love story. I hope the love was infinite rather than finite.
ReplyDeleteAw, sweet. I really love it when a man writes of love. It gives me hope for 'mankind'!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful..I am glad that first brave step was taken..
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet and tender poem. So lovely to imagine such a beautiful outcome from a 'magnificent impulse.'
ReplyDeleteLuck + guts.
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This is a beautiful expression of love. Sweet and intense.
ReplyDeleteI loved this,just totally loved it,maybe Im just a old romantic :-)
ReplyDeleteI love your love poems, Old Egg. They are always so passionate.
ReplyDeletePamela
Just beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteSigh!!! Such a beautiful love story!
ReplyDeletevery tender. Nicely wordled. The clenched fists of nervousness gave me a real glimpse into the courage to approach the beauty.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of couples who take out the 'Thou shalt obey out of vows' - as there is no need when respect is mutual.
ReplyDeleteHere's hoping that you will always have that spark.
Thanks for your visit. I think romance will be delayed in my story - as evil has to be conquered first ;)
~Jules
Love is as much about keeping that distance as it is about drawing close.
ReplyDeleteAll will be well as long as they keep that distance between them as sacred space.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
The tenderness and mutuality shine through!
ReplyDeleteWonderful act of wooing is not old fashioned. It still can be countered on. Nicely Robin!
ReplyDeleteHank
I like how you clenched your fists and 'there were no precise words of love' ~ love this poem of yours, OldEgg!
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