Poets logo

When Eyes First Met

Importance of true love ❤️❤️

By MrKhanPublished 8 months ago 1 min read

In silent crowds, your glance found mine,
A spark that cracked the edge of time.
No words were said, no names exchanged,
Yet every rule of fate was changed.

The air grew thick with something sweet,
A hush that danced on skipping feet.
Your smile—a map to unknown lands,
I would’ve sailed with empty hands.

For love begins not loud or proud,
But in a moment lost in crowd.
A hush, a glance, a tethered thread—
That pulls two hearts where angels tread.

When eyes first met, the world stood still,
Time leaned in close, against its will.
The noise around began to fade,
As if the stars themselves obeyed.

The sun paused mid-breath in the sky,
The wind forgot its course to fly.
And in that glance, so brief, so slight,
The universe lit up with light.

No need for names, no call, no speech,
Yet every dream felt in my reach.
As if your gaze, so deep, so wide,
Unlocked a door I’d locked inside.

You looked not just with sight, but flame—
A calling out, not just a name.
And I, a soul both lost and found,
Felt roots grow deep without the ground.

A blush betrayed what lips concealed,
A thousand truths I never healed.
Yet in your eyes, no judgment stirred,
Just quiet hope without a word.

You didn’t ask, but still, I gave—
My heart, unsure, but oddly brave.
For something in that fleeting stare
Said, “Love exists—and waits you there.”

We brushed like pages in a book
That fate, in silence, chose to look.
No plot was known, no plan was made,
Yet every step felt heaven-laid.

You passed me by—but left behind
A hurricane inside my mind.
And though we hadn’t touched, nor kissed,
That glance remains, a sacred twist.

A moment carved beyond all time,
It echoes still, in every rhyme.
I see it in the moonlit sea,
That look you gave—unchained, yet free.

The kind of love that starts unknown,
But somehow feels more home than home.
Not loud, not rushed, not passion-spent,
But like a prayer the skies had sent.

It taught me love is not a race,
It waits in corners, quiet place.
It moves through air, unseen, unmet—
It lives in when... our eyes first met.

love poems

About the Creator

MrKhan

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2026 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.