Can be nothing less than sometime <br />Encountering briefly one pair of eyes <br />Meeting your own, with opining <br />Conviction that can't be disguised. <br />There's been a meeting of souls. <br />A love at first sight, a homing <br />Towards long sought -after goals <br />Of oneness. Now fate is enthroned, <br />With inner desires aspiring <br />To taste the first fruits, and to bite <br />Into deep passion. Love feels right. <br /> <br />Or, falling in love can, instead <br />Need considerable time, a first <br />Liking can turn into steady <br />Approval of traits, non the worse <br />For a second or third viewing. <br />Thus love begins growing, with quiet <br />Admiration, needing no cues <br />From seductive signs, with diet <br />Of everyday care, friendship might <br />Become love. This too can feel right. <br /> <br />There is no better or worse way. <br />True love calls, but better to stay <br />Upright before starting to fall <br />As love can make more than one call.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-in-love-28/
