Poetry

The Pride Before, 3 (216.)

There’s something about
glasses
and a few tattoos
and bright soft eyes
that shine like a lake reflecting moonlight
and a cat or three
that says “You will fall in love now.”

I jest about the severity
of the feelings,
but I’m definitely
attracted already.
So I have to remind myself:

take a breath, live a little slowly.
Stop and enjoy each moment.
Every small exchange.
Let each conversation be a gift,
and unwrap them
one
by
one.

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