Corazón Morado

With the heart of fate left to chance, aimlessly I treaded Into the pleasant atmosphere of my favorite coffeehouse Unexpectedly I entered into a brief encounter With a long, lost friendly face What had appeared as a haunting silence Swiftly evaporated into a stimulating conversation Her attention shifted from her studies to The beauty of the words that escaped my lips Could this quite possibly be love at first peek? My internal organs were on the brink of implosion I could barely resist from cracking a smile In the wise words and acts of common sense I let Mother Nature take her course The woman who had happened to be my friend was ever so beautiful Her long, thick hair was of the utmost magnificent shade of auburn It reeked of the most marvelous scent to ever reach my nostrils Her smile sparkled like the twilight of the stars in sync with the moon In the midst of our extensive discussion of poetry She showed me her pen; stating that it was crafted Purely from nothing but Purple Heart dragon wood And just the mere sight of its rich purple color was fascinating I had become blind to the difference Between her charming beauty And the captivating, hypnotizing ink That ejaculated from her pen Clueless, I had gotten caught up over Whether or not I was in love with her or her words What was it that originally attracted me To this extraordinary creature? The answer may never surface By Glenn McCrary © 2011 (All rights reserved)