The First Time I Saw Your Face

The First Time I Saw Your Face

The first time I saw your face

I fell in love

The first time I looked into your eyes

I fell in love

The first time I felt your heart

I fell in love

The first time you said my name

I fell in love.

What is it about you

That makes that happen?

I'm sure I don't know

And won't venture to guess

Madness on my part, perhaps??

Madness in you 

That extends itself to me?

There on the other side of the other side

Reaching out to me

Like some magician's spell

Some conjurer's ritual?

I do not know

I do not know

I only know your eyes pulled me in

Your lips spoke my unspoken name

And your face looked

As familiar as my own there in the mirror.

Like you were there all along

Existing in me, a part of me

And letting me know

That I was a part of you

And always had been.

I find myself reaching for you

In the dark

In my lonely bed

Where I cry tears of wanting,

Of needing

And feeling only the outline of you

Like a ghost, not fully formed.

What have you done to me, my love?

You have made of me a love slave

And a woman not used to needing

But needing you like air

And song and poetry.

How can I feel lost and found

At the same time?

How can I need

What I have never known

And want

What I have never had?

It is you and your magic

Your incantations of love

That my soul cannot resist

Your spirit so seductive

That it calls my will to you

And my will whispers, Yes, Beloved.

I try to fight it but it is no use

The need is always there

Sleeping, waking, praying

It is there, always

Taunting me with it's tongue.

It says to me, Don't fight me, love

You are mine

You are bound to me 

For ages without end

And lives without dying

Mine!

And so I am, it seems

Your willing slave,

Your geisha, your concubine

Your fantasy

Your woman of dreams

Who never sleeps.

And what are you?

A man on a mission? 

A magician performing tricks?

A conjurer amusing himself

At my expense?

Or are you, like me,

A lonely soul reaching out

And not knowing any other way

To find what you have been searching for?

 Has reality not been your friend

But a cold blooded foe

That refuses to bless you

And send you what you need?

What are you, my love?

I need to know

And having said that,

I don't even care....not really.

I only know that you are my love,

My master, my teacher, my guru,

My fantasy that visits

When I am sleeping

And my nightmare 

That haunts me 

When I am awake.

I see you when I look in the mirror

I see you in my eyes, looking back

And smiling a smile, quite unlike my own

But yours, exclusively yours

Like a mystery and a kiss

And a secret that will never be told.

I love your face

The face I fell in love with

At first glance

The face that shone like the sun

And brightened my life

With kindness and joy

And I had no idea why.

Perhaps I will never know...............why

©by Voo

June 7, 2019
1:43 a.m.

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