The Meet

It started with a smile;

And then you bit you lower lip;

Then you looked away…as if to hide your inner bliss.

But I saw it…I still do, till this day,

A rare soul; a gem; the imperfect perfection,

Now I have my heart beating faster than normal,

It’s now or never as the impulse pulls me in.

I exhale; a calm wind blows,

As my lips meets yours.

Author's Note

Any thoughts?

Reviews

[Alice Poésy]

There's something so pure in these verses, it's so rare. It's simplistic, shy; words strung together like a charm. I love how you left it short; it's a sweet length for this one.

[Mifa]

Thanks a lot of the comment, review and generally kind words. Plus the insight too. I really appreciate it. This was writing on reminiscent thought about an ex.

[Alice Poésy]

Ah, exes - they do bring out the poets in us, don't they?

[Mifa]

Lol...I think they bring out the everything in us; we often just choose which to explore further.

[Alice Poésy]

That's true!

[Laytee Lannette]

Sounds like love is in the air, this reminds me of an innocent first kiss or the first profession of desire for someone else. I like the vibes on this, good work.

[Mifa]

Thanks a lot for the review Laytee.