Out of the blue, by pure chance,
Could it be you have lit this flame?
I feel the warmth,
I’m pretty sure it’s there.
We haven’t met, but your mind
Has filled me with a strange feeling,
One I haven’t felt in a long time,
Yet we are so far apart.
This heart has now been cleared
Of the cobwebs that once covered
It from the living, you were the explorer
Who was able to find it.
By the hand of fate, our cards
Have been layed on the table,
Now it’s up to us to decide
How we play them.
You have given me life again,
But I can’t help but feel sad,
For the small chance that
We may never meet in the end.
Copyright: Wendy K. Gloss