When Two Worlds Collide
Love blooms unexpectedly fast and furious
When Two Worlds Collide
You came from noise, from neon lights and crowds,
I walked through fields beneath the quiet clouds.
Your hands were quick, your voice ran fast and free,
I measured time in wind speed and me.
You spoke in sparks, in hurried city tones,
I answered slow, in weathered earth and stones.
Your world was clocks, and corners sharp and wide,
Mine moved with skies and tides that rose and died.
Still something stirred, a thread we couldn’t see,
Though nothing said that you belonged with me.
But hearts don’t wait for logic to decide—
They find their beat, and fall, and open wide.
We met between the stillness and the storm,
In some new place where quiet came warm.
No maps, no rules, just you and I inside
The hush that falls when two worlds dare collide.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Paradise view and well well-written poem.
More relationships should work out this way. Good job.
Lovely and thoughtful Marie. When worlds blend into a new symmetry the result can be mesmerizingly perfect.