The First Buds of Love
Attracted to her since my youth
Like the swerve, sovereignly proud
Of an iron filing towards a magnet,
I had left free the reins of my fantasy
To let it weave a necklace of poems
To glorify the mystery
I had seen hung around her.
Fear, it was not, when we had first met.
Yet, the words failed to emerge from me,
Pointless though they would have been.
Such was the influence
Her presence had on me
That silence was the only edifice
I could rest upon
To feel the intensity of that instant
That catapulted me
Into a state of love and its longings
That give it wings, I knew not 'til then.
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