i wonder if you can see
     a single beauty in me
  just like I see the whole universe
           in you.

But outer Space,
At least this far,
For all the fuss
Of the populace
Stays more popular
Than populous

The old dog barks backwards without getting up.
I can remember when he was a pup.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

the first time our eyes met
possibilities filled my heart
you smiled at me softly
i could feel that spark

the first time our hearts met
you made my still blood flow
we stayed up late, just talking
about things we didn't know

the first time our skin met
the warmth then filled my veins
we started a fire together
making love in the rain

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.
.

the first time our egos met
the collision took it's toll
we got lost in the explosion
where did our pieces go?

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.
.

the last time our eyes met
you were driving away
you looked toward me blankly
with nothing left to say

I wanna tell you a story,
Wherein I chose you and me
     to be the protagonists

We met while waiting for a bus,
     under the shed

Rain pounding on the sidewalks
The sky is a mix of blue and violet,
     wind is whistling like a madcap

But the raindrop still reaches us
Our shoulders soaked
     we were so wet

And we glanced at each other
Meeting each other's eyes
     so we looked away fast

Silence...

You laughed
So I laughed

And we laughed our hearts out,
     for no reason

The wind sails over the waters surface,
quietly,
but surely.