Meeting the Love of my Life

The day I saw you, I knew you were different.

Your eyes were sad, your energry was missing.

But when I saw you smile my spritis were lifted.

That's why when I came to talk to you, I'm suprised you listened.

It started with a hello, or maybe it was a hi.

I began my fliriting, wondering if you had a guy.

I complimented your shoes, said I like your hair.

But for some odd reason, it felt like you didn't care.

Although when I was talking, I felt like a bore.

I decided to take my chance and hope that I could score.

"Would you like to get coffee, or we could get tea?" I asked nervously .

"I'd be delighted!" You replied, quite happily.

I don't even like coffee, if I'm speaking the truth,

But I'm beyond happy that I met you.

From that awkward conversation to you making us tea on rainy weather.

From that cup of coffee to making plans so we can stay together.

I'm glad I can hold you and I'm glad that you're mine.

Kelly, I'm glad that you chose to give me some of your time.