A brief bit of verse found while sorting through piles of papers in the garage. Written by me (Victoria) sometime in the mid to late 90s:
I don’t believe in fates or stars,
so how is it you found me?
You see so much of how I see,
You touch my thoughts so naturally.
You see the sparkles and the tears,
dancing deep within my eyes.
Please forgive me when I’m startled,
by the places that you find,
look gently through the pages of my mind.