It started with a room. It started with a song.
It started with a look. A look I’ll never forget.
Those eyes were brown but sometimes black.
Those lips were pink I couldn’t blink.

I guess I knew we were meant to be.
I guess I knew that I’d find happiness with you.
I sang a song, a song about love,
and when I got to the slow part,
the part where I close my eyes
you were there sitting… smiling.
My heart goes thump-thump-thump.

The song is over now . . . you get up.
I’m nervous . . . I smile while lookin down.  I can smell your musk
Stetson cologne . . . I look-up.
There you are . . . my lips parched . . . throat dry. You hand me a 5×7 black-n-white pic and pen. Never taking my eyes off you . . . I inadvertantly write my phone number after the words “I love you”
You smile . . . I faint inside. The dark curls makes me hot. The room is busy with people talking . . . I hear nothing but your sweet voice saying “Thank you”
All I can do is mouth the words “I love you.”