Falling In Love. Poem by Fay Slimm

Can be nothing less than sometime
Encountering briefly one pair of eyes
Meeting your own, with opining
Conviction that can't be disguised.
There's been a meeting of souls.
A love at first sight, a homing
Towards long sought -after goals
Of oneness. Now fate is enthroned,
With inner desires aspiring
To taste the first fruits, and to bite
Into deep passion. Love feels right.

Or, falling in love can, instead
Need considerable time, a first
Liking can turn into steady
Approval of traits, non the worse
For a second or third viewing.
Thus love begins growing, with quiet
Admiration, needing no cues
From seductive signs, with diet
Of everyday care, friendship might
Become love. This too can feel right.

There is no better or worse way.
True love calls, but better to stay
Upright before starting to fall
As love can make more than one call.