Years Poem by edward turner

Seeing her for the first time in years only stirred old emotions, the same emotions that I thought died when I Last laid eyes on her. ' was it possible that I still loved her? ' I thought to myself, no way passion could burn this long, and then she smiled, it was if time rewound itself to the moment when we first met, and the first time she smiled at me. I felt as if I had to confess to the feelings that I harbored all these years, how quickly I learned that passion's fire could be reignited by just a glance or a smile. However, no words were exchanged and I wonder if you knew what I was thinking.