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I stood transfixed as if bewitched by her beauty,
Acting like any other lovesick fool,
Experiencing that magical miracle of that ever-so-sweet
First glimpse of the newly-beloved.
The vision of her intensely highlighted,
Yet brought into the stark contrast,
Of the dark-spotted light
Set in the halo of a dazzlingly bright day.
Then I felt my heartbeat calm that little bit slower,
As if a mellow serenity had engulfed me,
As if there remained not one single doubt,
I had encountered the presence of my sweetheart,
And the insight that she was the love of my life.
Courage triumphed over my thankful spirit,
Else I would have stood my ground,
Unable to speak, unable to move.
Somehow I spoke to her,
Such that our eyes met, as did our hearts.
We knew as only lovers do,
Here was the one,
The answer to our prayers,
The most beloved and more.
Denis Martindale. February 2021.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem