A Happy Coincidence
A happy coincidence, that cold winter night; She looked beautiful or beyond! I was nervous, though hid it well. A demeanor uptight! Gathered guts to walk up to her, said "Hello", or so I hope! Avoiding getting lost, in those infinite eyes. Man Up! I said to myself, confidently I asked her for a dance; hesitant, I put my hand on her slender waist, Guilty! Yes I did steal a glance With the tunes we swayed, and I saw her body move; She was smiling. That smile, it hasn't left me in these 97 days... Maybe it was how our fingers touched, or how her tress bothered her eye; somewhere somehow that night, I fell in love with the smile she tried to hide... Maybe she still has fairy dust on her, or maybe she conceals a broken past. I don't promise to love to mend; But I do promise to love her, till I last. This love will not be convenient, but wasn't convenience a state of mind? To love her would be ...