Lesbian Poetry

Love @ First Site

When we first met, I knew she was it,
She walked by my chair and asked if she could sit.
I was taken by her presents, so lively, so aware,
I spoke to her, but it was like I was up in the air.
From that moment, I wanted to know her every single thought,
What beauty she had, and ohh my, what luminance she brought.
Her hair, long and dark, her eyes, as well, her smile, softly unbroken,
She was perfect, perfect in every way, it was like....she had just awoken.
I tried to speak but stumbled, and stuttered,
She laughed, smiled, and winked, as she muttered.
She told me her name and I told her mine,
And from that moment on we have been just fine.