speak not to me of love conceived in a single glance
for such a tale is woven of idle breath and foolish fantasy
to swear devotion upon the fleeting meeting of two pairs of eyes is but a hollow boast
born not of the heart but of impatience and desire
what depth may dwell in so shallow a moment? 
what truth may root itself in so barren a soil? 
no, this so-called love
proclaimed at first sight
is but a gaudy illusion
a trick of longing minds that mistake wonder for devotion and hunger for fate.