It was an icy day, barely spring;
mid-April, a picture unlike those ingrained.
Your eyes, bluest mountain springs, caught mine
that day. You come to say hello,
your voice, silken, clear. And there I was --
awestruck, frozen.
the hours came, passed like the wind,
'til the days turned to weeks, to months.
Your embrace brought a warmth, comforting,
like cocoa on a winter's day.
You read the words I etched on paper and
your eyes glistened; a fan to say the least.
I watched you pour your heart and soul to song
and the strings of a guitar.
You brought forth smiles
and drowned me with thoughts
of love.
You were the one I've searched for,
my perfect knight in shining armor
that I could kiss, and all would be
flawless.
