It was on a late September Morning…
A beautiful chill was in the air…
As I sat outdoors at my favorite haunt…
With my cup in hand…
It was then our eyes crossed…
She had a beautiful flirtatious smile…
Within that moment I became lost in time…
My heart fluttered…
My soul smiled…
My eyes watched..
As she aged in my arms…
My brother would say it was adulterous…
I did not even know her name…
I saw children and grandchildren…
I witnessed birthdays and graduations…
As we planted trees…
Watching them grow through a cinque of Autumns…
I found that smile in all the children and grandchildren…
Yes my brother, in that first moment, my thoughts were…
I had yet to mature…
Too fall in love…
Too grow old with that flirtatious smile…
#soulmates
#september
#morning
#flirting
#smiles
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