Poem:Versions of Love Poetry
When I met you
it wasn’t a good time for me.
I vowed to be single
too many men in a row
feeling strung out, like after
the third cup of coffee
cramming for a final
or writing the last minute words
for the essay waiting to be,
The time we sat next to each other
I noticed, I noticed you,
even took a second glance
maybe one more drink then I’d go.
That night we went separate ways
notions of you lingered through me
almost feeling once more
I asked you out for dinner
that was it, the first day
of our adventure
never looking back, once a bump
got in our way, but we leapt
now stronger, growing, sharing
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