Coincidence bid me dance,
\nI followed, trusting the tune\u2014
\nbut learned I never stood a chance.<\/p>\n
I thought I knew why I was there,
\nuntil a woman reshaped the air,
\nand I abandoned my mental canvas.
\nSurely it was not by chance.<\/p>\n
I wondered if Aphrodite sent her,
\nor Venus whispered my name
\nas she placed her in my path\u2014
\na sudden, slant of sun on a rainy day.<\/p>\n
But sunshine shines for more than one.
\nEach feels its warmth alone.
\nI tried to hush the voice that rose\u2014
\nit knew what I refused to know:
\na flower this fair must have an orchard.<\/p>\n
Would my reaching be too bold?
\nI’ve learned to stand in awe,
\nto hold the moment,
\ngrateful my soul found the courage
\nto shape a simple hello,
\nto hide the unsuspecting tremor in my chest.<\/p>\n
I had to know this walking work of art.
\nI owed myself the try.
\nWhat was there to lose?
\nA painter can replace a brush.
\nI\u2014the painter\u2014she\u2014the brush.<\/p>\n
And then I saw her blush.
\nHer dark brown eyes, a flood;
\nmy sanity, a tilt.
\nI wished, in clandestine,
\nshe could be mine.<\/p>\n
But words were useless.
\nHer finger wore a ring.
\nShe was bestowed.
\nSpoken for.
\nKept.<\/p>\n
In another dimension,
\nI hope we meet again,
\nand I am the one.<\/p>\n
Today was our introduction.
\nFate.<\/p>\n
For now, gratitude
\nfor an encounter that woke my heart’s clear fervent
\nmeans only this:
\nout in the universe, my petal waits.<\/p>\n
This beautiful flower could never be mine,
\nbut she was my sign.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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