The Spark of the Moment
‘Twas not the season, nor the crowded place,
But scent of mocha drifting on the air,
When suddenly I saw your gentle face,
And Fate stood still to catch us unaware.
Within the sapphire deeps of your surmise,
I saw a dawning light, a promise sweet;
The shyest smile appeared within your eyes,
To make the ruin of my heart complete.
Your voice rang out, a crystal chime so clear,
That silenced all the city’s rush and roar;
In that fleeting second, drawing near,
My spirit found the home it hunted for.
O magic spark! O lightning from above!
Without a shadow was the passion born;
Two wandering souls who sought the sun of love,
Found eternity upon that blessed morn.
This verse serves as a gentle reminder of the power inherent in beginnings. It captures that ephemeral threshold where chance transforms into destiny, proving that the most profound journeys often start with nothing more than a shared glance and a tentative smile.
