Love again, comes around like an old friend, gently tapping me on the shoulder, and directing my gaze towards you.
Breath escapes me, and that overwhelming urge to know you more becomes my most passionate goal.
All bittersweet thoughts of the love I 'd just lost, vanish like a bubble blown across the winds of another melancholy place. far from here, far from your gaze which now locks on me, in pale blue splendor.
Your face is a question mark of possibilities yet answered, and that hint of a smile, which curls up like an invite wrapped in the red ribbon of your lips, bids me say hello.
So I will strive once more, to never say Goodbye, for there is little that is good about a goodbye when love comes again.