I once told the story of how we met
A night like any other but one not to forget
Described how you walked every subtle glance
The flow of your hair and the smile that enchants
How we talked for hours as the world around us stopped
Yet we said so little our words their meanings lost
I saw the sky burn red as we caught the morning rain
Reflected in your eyes my smile would ever remain
As the sun once more was crowned by nights dying hand
Our lips were touched with fortune as if it had been planned
As the story ended with that leaving kiss
I hoped one day to meet you and then to read you this