There was no hurry to forge this perfect embrace, we would not rush our hearts desire.
Somehow this was different.
Chaste hugs of the past grew into this moment.
Our feelings developed, slowly we became more than friends.
Finally it happened, our first kiss, with only the rain serving as witness.
As the purple city surrounded us, we gave in. Our breath mingled, seemingly time stood still, and it truly was magic.
Happy Saturday, dear reader. Today is the 25th day of #OctPoWriMo, and the prompt is 'magic'. I used this opportunity to tell of a life event, a magical event. For the readers who have seen the purple city (and I suspect there are few), it will evoke images of a wonderful setting. For everyone else, do a google search for 'edmonton purple city' and follow the gigcity link to understand what I am referring to. I hope you enjoy this poem, and maybe you'll be inspired to find your own purple city, and create memories that last a lifetime.