But how was I to know,
that love could be so?
That the curlicue of spooning frames,
framed the fate of future days
In which propinquity, silently, awakened us,
to a bond beyond safety.
.
We, shrouded, in a Catherine wheel,
of opalescent haze,
Where I’d been happy,
Just to have you near,
Holding my ears gaze,
in a saccharine scented dream.
.
And the untraceable innocence,
Of love yet known,
Bought joy yet to become a blemish.
