The Meeting

The moment of meeting when neither spoke
A full minute passed then both at once
Said something trite, a laughless joke!

Then something clicked, we made a date,
The days seemed like years, the minutes hours,
Was this falling in love or a freak of fate?

The summer passed, sweet joyous hours
Spent with each other in harmonious ways,
Love blossomed and grew like glorious flowers.

The Meeting

Winter-time came with rain, sleet and cold,
But Love never felt the grim grey chill
But re-kindled the fire and we became bold.

Spring came again and still we were one,
Will we remain so -
'till life's span is done?

Sheila Jakobsson