The First Time.

The first time I saw you,
Was writing a love haiku.
A rose in the morning dew.
I wished had been a Vishnu.

The first time I heard you.
In my ears words echoing, soft coo.
My whole body lusciously imbue.
Heart and soul your love pursue.

The first time that day in July.
Something inside went deliciously awry.
Stirring, life adorning chi.
With love couldn’t but comply.

The first time I saw your smile.
Loving, devoid of guile.
The world I left for a while.
Back I was from a dry exile.