If I met you today,
for the first time
again,
would that first spark
be the same
as that long ago feeling
in a bar
in the foothills of Colorado?
Would I be as bold,
and you as cool
in the midst of another rowdy crowd?
Would our kiss
be that kiss
when the room held its breath
in awe of the lightning
crackling along the ceiling,
sending sparks cascading
into our white hair.
thecourseofourseasons 
i’m glad the answer is yes – you know – real love and attraction won’t fade but getting even stronger as the years go by… smiles
thanks for your lovely words over at my place…
Yes, it would! I love visiting that moment when the room held its breath. The beginning of a journey.
adore this one! ❤
This is great. Makes me think of my wife (though the time and place were much different). Excellent poem.
Lovely.
Thank you – sending hugs
Thanks, I need them.