It was a rare sighting in my dream, last night while I slept
Urging my saner self,
to push this feeling away
Is it too intense the drive,
or real calling, the desire
two ounces past measure,
of what should've been required
Love may lastly fill your heart,
so with it, mine can lay light
And may not a thing divide,
this true love,
love at first sight
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
It was a rare sighting in my dream, last night while I slept
Urging my saner self,
to push this feeling away
Is it too intense the drive,
or real calling, the desire
two ounces past measure,
of what should've been required
Love may lastly fill your heart,
so with it, mine can lay light
And may not a thing divide,
this true love,
love at first sight
An instant strong love you may get to feel about someone. Not necessarily reciprocated. Not necessarily pursued. But felt nonetheless.
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