What do I wait for?
The miraculous sign, water ablaze
A voice airing from nothingness
Resonant with prophetic authority
A woman to fall in love with at a glance
An epic composed in the mind
Perfect and subtle, line by line
Can one person know another in an instant?
To see in the shout of contact a soul bared,
Like Tiresias stumbling upon bathing Athena?
So must love at first sight be a kind of prophecy
And like all prophecies, divinely sourced.
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