I will always remember our first gaze
It wasn't by chance that we happen to
Look upon each other, our sights embrace,
Yet not knowing how our bond will ensue
We sat there still, across from each other
Silences fill the chasm between us
Thinking spoken speech is a great bother,
When it feels like the morning of Christmas
There's something familiar about you
Like you have walked the paths of my memories
Like a painting I've forgotten was there
You are a bright star that I never knew
A picture of love and all its glories
Will 't please you to remain with me, here?
My tribute to Petrarch, whose sonnets I have slighted.
Though my words are not magnificent as his, it is my first. <3 span="span">
