She came from the sky,
       Long black hair, flowing like water.
       Her petite frame, smile of pure white gold.
       Porcelain skin,  with eyes that saw through souls.
              
My spirits soared like an angel,
      As an angel walked by.
      Star struck I froze, as I looked into her calm grey eyes.
      I was sold, cause the heart never lies.

    My soul;                                 and hers,
                 was created for hers,               created for mine.

Should I be prepackaged in rolls of bubble wrap
Placed nicely in a box labeled FRAGILE
wrapped in layers of caution tape?
Should I come with an instruction manuals and tagged "HANDLE WITH CAUTION"
To others I'm easily broken
But to me I'm incredibly durable
Maybe the only sign I should have is
WORK IN PROGRESS

"Was this love even worth it", she asked with blood shot eyes and a slight quiver in her voice "Is it better to never have loved at all than to feel the cold void of the one you love leaving?"

"Perhaps" he whispered "you need the winter to appreciate the spring and you need the drought to appreciate the rain. These things go hand in hand. It is better to say you survived than to have never tried"

We crossed paths
I crossed a line
You crossed me off your list   
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I would  kiss you
under cherry blossoms,
pink petals drifting down
like parachutes of desire
covering us with beauty.

I would kiss you
in the rain, drenched to
the bones not noticing
the fat raindrops
kissing us both back.

I would kiss you
in the wildest woods
surrounded by rustling leaves
beneath the jealous eyes
of voyeuristic birds.

But I have no idea
when I will kiss you
or where or even what
will happen when I do.

Still, in my imagination
it will be the right time,
the right place and
the right circumstance.

And it will be exactly
like kissing lightening.
   ~mce