It could have been tectonic plates doing Russian twist below my feet, from that time on, my life would be different. Could have been that I woke up, like this like an anointed king, blessed, from that time on, I should find joy, Could have been Cupid emptying his arrows toward me like a round in a semi automatic, No respect for what could have been left of my heart, as long as he hit target. It could have been, I discovered a treasure. One many spend a lifetime seeking, Perhaps I’ve found that love [ … ]