An unexpected meeting of two souls that happens in one sudden moment.
Brief glances that turned both our heads and locked our eyes for one another so such a feeling could commence.

Courtship that started with a hope that I may be able to get your sweetest response.
Dealt with a task so seemingly impossible while praying for that one chance.

Each minute that turns into hours and the days that turns into weeks.
For all those months that became years and its your love that I still seek.

Great feats that will still have me tested through all task that I must overcome.
For it is how I must be weighed with what I am capable and if I can better myself, outdone.

Heading towards you with a bouquet of flowers that I hold in my trembling hands.
Its that woderful feeling that makes me nervous to ask you out and bond.

Joyful is what I was when we first went out on a date.
Keenly keeping my self composed as we stay out late.

Little talks that turn into lengthy conversations as we forget about the time.
Marvelled by your magnificent beauty as you smile.

Now I really mean and been needing to ask you if we shall ever be.
One answer that I waited long enough and worked for and if you'll have me.

Pulling myself together as I gather the strength to ask you these words.
Quick on my knees to ask you five or six words.

Reassured by your refreshing and relieving smile.
Stood me up and you said yes, it made me feel the luckiest man alive.

Then one day you gave me such one good news.
Uplifted me with happiness as if I could lose my screws.

Valuable but priceless our own sweet little dainty pearl.
With you and this lovely gift I want nothing more in this world.

X? what shall I do with such a letter, maybe put it in the trash.
Yes, because its been over and it was someone who had my heart crushed.
Zero is now the right word and also fits the number of emotions that I no longer have.

well, it wasn't enough
to just put my hands in my pockets
to warm my hands up,
i hard to *******...
and then...

   nat king cole: smile
vs.
       b. j. thomas'
raindrops keep
                 falling on my head...
  
a guy can plainly go
crazy...
        ha ha...
            
and there was me being
nostalgic
about sam cooke's
           woderful world..

oh endearing night...
          oh my my,
my own tonight,
      and the hours
with the zombies
of sleep...
            my and my and
all that could ever be mine:
a night, come to a breath
of my own exchange
of sorrows,
backed to fathom,
a return from sender
kiss...

               itchy fingers
imitating piano,
before the waited for crescendo...
like...
   like, there were meteors attached
to the flapping
of pigeon wings descending
on the one healthy foot,
and the other: pirate stump
cut-off...

            dot.

            plucked scuttle...
along an imaginary
        chess board of fates...
my dear, dear,
my head: high up in the air...
floating indifferent...
         colliding
with barometer,
clock and kaleidoscope,
with the almost near...
tear in technicolour...

      what would,
have, almost, mattered,
wouldn't it have?