Stories may have been told
Promises may have been made
Meetings may have been delayed
Feelings may have been swayed
Time never blessed the encounter
Chances never crossed the paths
Planets that never aligned
Hesitation that never left our side
Till one afternoon, clarity was my guest
and my mind put you at rest
while my intuition wanted the best
when your heart was my quest
Curiosity consumed the better part of our emotions
conversations baring our intentions
difficult questions we asked without hesitation
cups of espresso's highs became my sensation
when your eyes asked me when?
I simply basked in the warmth of your presence
and later on that night, the answer came to me
under a full moon, I responded:
When you’re ready...
Sunday, July 29, 2007

DS
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from Egypt
Your poem is so real..yet soft.
Thanks for sharing the moment..
When ever ur ready