Kismet

An expression of recognizing yourself in another and they in you. The gift of falling in love.

We speak a language all our own

Organically grown sentiments

That only my other self will understand.

He breathes me in from a world away

I exhale him.

Tasted yet untasted.

Felt yet unfelt.

To fall in love recklessly,

To dive from the highest cliff.

Rocks or deep waters unknown,

We jump anyway.

We jump unafraid.

I could write thousands of words about the splendor of his eyes,

But I won’t. 

They are simply the pretty windows I seek to climb through.

I long to explore the ghost house of the soul within.

A soul recognized.

Recognized in a song.

Recognized in the way he hears me when I do not speak.

Recognized in the way I long to see myself.

I had known only lukewarm affections.

Love that required my doing instead of my being.

Our love has no name.

Our love is a word unwritten.

Birthed from a nebula eons ago,

Kismet.

I will tell my daughters someday

That love is in the details.

The one who warms their hands by their fire. 

The one who sees beauty in all they deem ugly.

The one who remembers the small things.

The one who knows that you don’t like eggs.

I will tell them to not search for it,

It will find you.

And it will feel like coming home.

He is the destination I didn’t know I had been running towards.

All that I never knew I needed.

I breathe him in from a world away.

He exhales me.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

How can so many people read this and not pause and pause even more at your beautiful and truly emotional poem! You've created some extraordinary phrases, ' I could write thousands of words about the splendor of his eyes, - But I won’t. - They are simply the pretty windows I seek to climb through. - I long to explore the ghost house of the soul within.'
This is far more than a romantic poem, it scales mountainous emotions in turn with gently burying itself layer by layer into a lover's being.