The Moment We Met

She was naught but a name,
Before that dread day;
Her thoughts, her moods,
Meant little to me.

All that changed,
The moment we met.
My gaze fell upon her,
My lips dare not speak.

The warmth in her eyes,
The smile on her lips,
The silence that lingered,
As we stood side by side.

Where is she now?
What is she thinking?
Did she feel what I felt,
that moment we met?
 

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