The Meeting

I swear my heart skipped a beat,
Lost I was in your presence,
I knew not what to do,
Only that it should be with you.
 
Why was I nervous?
It was but coincidence that we meet,
Proper ceremony was adhered to,
As pleasantries and introductions reined.
 
After all, this is the downtown,
And professionalism is the rule,
Even Financiers and Technologists must repas.
 
Then, why the jolt of surprise?
 
It was confirmation that our virtual lives, have too a physical form,
That our conversations of life, beauty and love, were not a dream,
That this beauty of mind was also of body, and now in my presence,
That this writer of prose was not an aberration.
 
Yes these are all very fine,
But the heart did not skip for them,
No, the heart skipped for I was in the presence of my Muse.
Who, I'm afraid is becoming something more...
 
Inspired I have been of late, she knows not,
These lines drawn out of me,
As effortlessly as cupid draws his bow,
For her presence I did confirm.
 
Much has already been written,
And in time, when life permits,
She will bear witness.
 
So, let life and everything be your calm,
As to reap the words you have inspired,
For it would be with remorse,
If lost in the drudgery we call life.

LSK