Slowly

We met in a much slow recognition Not knowing that ours would be possible Love 'came a typical disposition Two diametric worlds in assemble. Gradually, your hazel-brown eyes met mine Moving from east to west like the stars And everything was supposedly fine We took easily on our every hour. Slowly, can't believe this love is unkept Can't get enough of love's falling debris Then step after step, still cannot accept That this is the end of our love story. Our story, started and ended so slow Even years after, still I can't let go. January 09, 2016 For the contest, Any Poem, sponsor, Broken Wings