We met as naturally as night fades to day, and you effortlessly (as if by use of magic) slipped past my wall with a calm depth in your eyes and a cheeky smile.
Neither of us yet know how far this new river will take us, but one thing is for sure, it will lead us to an ocean of possibilities.
I have caught a shooting star like the sky catches a butterly. And in this emerging autumn air the soft breeze brought me you, my soulmate.
By B. L. Crisp