A promise

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