Sparked confession.

It hits without warning, no sign or no clues.
This spark which was stricken, without any fuse.
One look and I'm taken, a breathe I do gasp,
from feelings I'm having, so unconceivable to grasp.
I don't mean to harp on, or even obsess, I just had to come
clean my soul to confess.

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This poem is about falling in love at first sight.