Fate

I think I have a problem,

No matter what I do,

My mind is filled

To the top

With images of you.

 

Your eyes that change

From blue to green,

depending on the light,

I think about you through the day

And sometimes through the night.

 

I first saw you

And I just thought 'wow'

Never thought I'd see you again

A second time, A proper meet..

Would this be fate then?

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ruth]

Could well be love! Beautiful poem regarding fate.....truth is...who knows huh? We can but go with our hearts xx