First Time

If you reflect at the coincidences

We made through,

To make me drown,

To reach for you,

 

There is no answer,

Of what it could have been;

Or I blindfolded

Touching your skin,

 

What I craved for

Never meant to be true,

What I craved for

Somehow seems carved in you,

 

While I may act unattached,

Which I sometimes am;

In spite of no greatness

That makes passion go blind,

 

Even the poles apart

Feel the same depths of coldness,

That brings them together

In an unjustified yet poetic way,

 

And there was no reason for order,

Until you arrived,

So calm ...pacified.

 

We’re just specks falling in love,

In an endless ocean of time,

So vast, that we won’t survive,

But we can take that chance!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"While I may act unattached,
Which I sometimes am;
In spite of no greatness
That makes passion go blind,"
I loved the language and the thoughts in this poem. Desire and question is alive in your words. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Kruppz]

We’re just specks falling in love,
In an endless ocean of time,

Great lines! :)

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Absolutely beautiful!

[Corset]

All is beautiful but the last stanza just grabs me , just specks falling in love stanza is just ...wow...I have no words.

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. oh, how did i miss this gem of a poem ...

. i love it so much ...

. it's my heartsong ...

. who cares about surviving if one has loved ...

. i love every line, every image and every stanza ...