Years ago, I saw her sit nearby
Poised with such an elegance and grace
A perfect laugh that sparkled in each eye
Soft in manner, laugh lines in her face.
Giving my best effort not to stare
I urged myself to keep from hidden glances
Or saying something foolish with her there
(Or anything that may have hurt my chances).
Finally, after weeks of conversation,
A meeting sealed with love's first gentle kiss,
Relationship endured a transformation,
and what was once a crush gave way to bliss.
And this, the tale of how we found each other,
Is how, my son, I came to meet your mother.
