MEZZANINE [ The ultimate beginning ]

When first
I laid my eyes upon thee
a passing thought of promise hit me
that by chance
mayhap

you could be
the one that fate had born for me
dressed as death to me you seemed
but beautiful in black
like a witches Queen
and I in white like the virgin snow
although I never told you so
for as we neared
politeness reigned
and I few shy glimpses are all I gained
of an angel
of death if you dare
pale of skin and raven haired
we passed
an then I thought to play on chance
and catch you in a backward glance
but fate I guess
had precision cruel timing
for each time I looked back
you weren’t miming