Do I believe in love at first sight?
Forgive the laugh, but the question is so naïve!
Youthful fancies hardly encompass the complexities of mature relationships.
True, you are quite beautiful, but one cannot know true inner beauty at first glance. It’s much deeper and takes time to be revealed.
Your skin is perhaps softer then the flowing foam of some gently murmuring distant shore, but what of it? That’s not love.
I do notice that your hands are more graceful than a ballet of swaying boughs and your laughter a dance of dappled sunlight. And in your eyes are glimmering pools of joy and tenderness, warm swirls of innocence and passion, playfulness and understanding.
And in your eyes, beauty laughs and plays and sings and calls my name. And trust with caution pleads and cooing passion intervenes, and grace extends her open arms, and I surrender silently.
But love at first sight? How can it be?
received from D. Wayne Sparks
