Should I call it fate

Where do I begin to tell you how I’ve awaited for you my lady?

Should I start in my not so distant past when I acted the part of a court jester seeking happiness in my own self pity?

Can I begin with the present passive and describe the most beautiful event of my life, the day I met you.

I seemed to be at a turning point , a cross roads of sorts and I was beginning to come to life once again.

Not fully understanding the events that were happening to me yet accepting them as a fate that God had bestowed upon me.

How I remember walking into that place and wondering why I knew that my life was about to change, because there you were.

I knew from the first moment my eyes gazed upon your beauty,

your hair of Autumn gold caressing your soft and gentle shoulders

that I had come in search of my destiny.

Oh how radiant you were .

Your presence seemed like the rays of a new morning sun soothing the night out of my bones.

Your eyes of jade seemed to penetrate and wash away the cobwebs of a dormant mind.

Door after door sprang open and that beggar at long last sped away.

I had begun to feel the sun once again then you were gone, how could this be?

Fate was to have its way , the tapestry was to begin again for you had returned.