Falling In Love.

Can be nothing less than sometime Encountering briefly one pair of eyes Meeting your own, with opining Conviction that can't be disguised. There's been a meeting of souls. A love at first sight, a homing Towards long sought -after goals Of oneness. Now fate is enthroned, With inner desires aspiring To taste the first fruits, and to bite Into deep passion. Love feels right. Or, falling in love can, instead Need considerable time, a first Liking can turn into steady Approval of traits, non the worse For a second or third viewing. Thus love begins growing, with quiet Admiration, needing no cues From seductive signs, with diet Of everyday care, friendship might Become love. This too can feel right. There is no better or worse way. True love calls, but better to stay Upright before starting to fall As love can make more than one call.