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18014512 No.18014512 [Reply] [Original]

What are some poems that describe the first meeting of two lovers?

>> No.18014740

Besides Sappho

>> No.18014748

La Vita Nuova

>> No.18014778

There is nothing quite like first meeting someone you instinctively feel attracted to in an almost religious manner, in my experience. I have never had a girlfriend, however six years ago after a summer spent walking around a city alone each weekend and visiting suicide chatrooms in the evenings, one day at work a girl from a new company in my office building walked up to my desk and asked me a question about something in the office, and the moment I looked up at her and into her eyes I felt something deep, deep inside me kindling and my heart began pounding and I'm sure my eyes dilated in the few seconds we shared eye contact. It was absolutely transcendental, and I have not experienced that since my early teens and even then only in its most basic form. I would like to think the girl in question did feel something towards me too, because she started smiling and after that showed some more attention to me when it was not needed (e.g., she could have asked her other questions to other people) but I figured she was from a wealthy background and that realistically she was hoping to meet a similarly wealthy, mature, career-orientated young man which I was not. I still remember that moment as one of the happiest and most fulfilling of the past decade or so - it was as if someone I had known in a past life had suddenly found reason to cross paths with me again and it was like a sense of recognition. Maybe it was because we looked somewhat similar and that triggered something evolutionary or whatever, but it felt like so much more than that. It was as if in the space of a few seconds we exchanged information about one another in a very vulnerable way, almost as if doing otherwise was not an option. When I looked into her eyes I knew I could love her, and that we would get along, but it was not to be.

>> No.18015137

bymp

>> No.18015216

>>18014778
You should have asked her out. You clearly prefer to retain the fantasy

>> No.18015655

>>18014778
beautifully written, horribly tragic
you should have done something, though it may imperil your fantasie

>> No.18015764

>>18014778
Nice. Now write about it to incels who never had an experience like it.

>> No.18016805

bump

>> No.18017457

last bump

>> No.18017473

>>18017457
>>18016805
Petrarch's Canzoniere

>> No.18017502

>>18014778
This isn't a poem. Where is the meter?