Today, I wish to write two poems, both on love, but somehow they conflict.
- This one discards the “love at sight”, taking into aspect that love grows with time, from attraction to love. It resides in a relation, can be any, not just the one in your mind.
Love is not, the first sight
mere persuasion, fed attractions
blinding night vouches no fictions
relation, no delight but alright,
ages grows, heart distant echoes
love grazes relative delight
ripens with times, alike billions
love asks not, the first sight.
- This one seemingly is a dream, compelled by contact of eyes with a girl. There has been no interaction by speech, just the sight, but the image has been registered for ever.
Closing my eyes, appears thy face
the first sight, your deep blue eyes
meeting mine, syncs lovable ties
smiles my heart, nonpareil grace,
moment thusly surreal, dream seems real
iterating, not to erase
sigh at absence, truth applies
open eyes, still appears thy face.
Linking to Friday Poetically
and trying out octain again.