Unaware of the veins in my poverty
You shook me up but kept me in the dark
Painted by you're appearance that night
Giving me the eye, you know that one look
Was it a promise for more to come
Or meant to be just a moment of faith
Recognision of two Souls who just met
Never the same anymore since
Always kept wandering in the between
Should it or doesn't it was real to be
Good enough for this prose to be born
To keep on believing it is out there to foresee
©Jadja
