“For you know that I myself am a labyrinth, where one easily gets lost.” “Her godmother, who was a fairy, said, “You would like to go to the ball, is that not so?” “The less there is of eloquence, the more there is of love.” Advertisements
I first saw you the other morning in a pedestrian tunnel, Striding; purposeful, compelled, as all of us were in that world – Though some were more driven than others. And as our eyes met, yours, and mine, you stumbled; Your step faltered, then recovered – a hitch; insufficient to Elicit the notice of those who crowded around you. But I saw. I knew. And you saw I was there – and aware, of you. And I also know, that until that very moment, I had lost the dream Of but some few hours before, When you and I were one.