THE FIRST TIME WE MET

  I remember it like was yesterday When I walked down the third isle in the the shopping mall Your outfit caught my eye and I couldn’t walk no more hence my Hey my name is poetic nice to meet you  I remember the first glance the smile and the way you brought out your hand to mines It was like walking down the stairs of heaven I’d sworn the feeling was real.. Her name…her name so soothing to the heart and smooth flowing to the tongue I never believed in angels until the first time we met… See I was really having a bad day Woke up that morning and I forgot to pray Can’t thank god enough for bringing you my way… Because now I have a reason to be grateful, thoughtful and mindful…I have a reason to pick up my phone check my emails and call logs incase you tried to reach out..yet again and again every time I read your text , hear your voice it’s just as beautiful as it has been the first time we met…  Everytime I’m asked about how much I love you I say…as much as I did The first time we met..

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