The moment my eyes rested on her in a crowded room,
My mind plunged into those glimmering emerald eyes
My soul grew gills and refused to emerge, for it had found nothing before of its like
So deeply was I taken by her, that I must have been conditioned for this response in another life;
Will she notice me as I have her?
Only fate can decide.
On my knees, I lay fallen at your feet
A single feather; stem broken, loosing its feathers one by one to the breeze
The slightest shift in the direction of the wind,
Will see me wiped out
My existence is dependent on the grace of your kindness; the shelter to be found within it, should you chose to extend it
A choice that will stand you out to be a god among men,
Without the deserving wide praise or fame by all;
Save for the gratitude of a single humble soul,
That is me
In this age of being seen to be everything and nothing,
Will that suffice?