Our Initial Encounter Poem by Thomas Koron

When I first saw her in my frame of view,
I felt a lifting from all of my pain.
Her eyes began to shine like morning dew,
More tender than the blessed falling rain.
As she sat there with a genuine smile,
My heart began to soar with great delight.
There was a breath of silence for a while;
We only stared throughout half of the night.
I listened when she gently spoke to me,
With lips as soft and sweet as purest gold.
Her voice was all that ever was to be,
And visions of love began to unfold.
I shall keep this moment frozen in time,
To view my true love’s portrait in this rhyme.

© 2012