The Meet

how excited i was to see you,to feel you,to grasp you;
as we met at a distance which failed to set us apart for ever.
how happy i was to gaze at you,
to smell you;the familiar scent that had engrossed me in you for years.
if every word were to lose their beauty to you,
then my scribe would be such a shame
eyes behind those veil,smile of a distinct flair,
wouldn't my kiss,if i could,be considered a sin,to tell thee a few.
your lips,thin as though the petal of an elusive flower,
made the most urgent touches to your words in peace,
as the incandescent glow on your face mesmerized me with its perfection.
but forever seemed too far as the curse of time kissed us,
and so thou had to leave like a dew;
no wonder i couldn't bid you a proper adieu...