Not sure where to start,

A brain fart,

Perhaps this'll be a piece of art!

Trying to compile thought and feeling

into something of a meaning.

It started late,

a blind date,

one that Nora did create.

A fun first date,

make that two.

Dancing in the rain,

not a cliché

and it was impromptu too!

Oh my.

she's a cutie pie,

holding Kitty up high.

She's done stuff that's not okay.

I've killed convos with my okay.

Neither of the above is okay.

But I'd like to think that we'll be okay.

Anyway,

Which way

are we going to sway?

What shall we become?

Hopefully, way more than just okay!

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Disclaimer: 

I wrote the above poem the morning of a memorable day.

A day on which we definitely did sway.

If only in the right way.

I was sincere, 

So this poem shall live here . . .

A Blind Date

Karim Khattab