This poem isn’t a fib, it’s the truest poem in this sequence. But a Fib is the name for a poem that takes its syllable count from the Fibonacci sequence.
This, on the eve of our 4th wedding anniversary, is for my wife.
We
Met
By chance.
Didn’t seem
Important at first.
But it wasn’t too long before
Our love began to develop exponentially
So fast, so intense that it became difficult to remember how it was before.
The day I met you. That chance meeting began a sequence that sometimes seems to make no sense but step back, see our love’s perfect spiral symmetry.
Tom Juniper Poetry 