Lovers fall through each others eyes,
Because there's the doorway to the soul.
Their caught breath and the brief surprise
Make the two halves one whole.
They don't regret this loss of self,
This duality of one,
This simple sharing doubles the wealth
And lovers are never alone.
The first time happens before you know,
The second time you know before it happens,
Thereafter you remember the first time glow
But now you try carefully to make sense.
The heart remembers the first time,
Even though the brain says ‘not again',
The intuition in the gut knows the sign
And prepares both for the love without pain.
Comments about this poem (Loveyes by Alan Bruce Thompson )
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