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