A Chance Meeting Poem by Billy Loving

A face as radiant as a rose
Pleasing curvature of the nose
Full red lips
As from her drink she sips
Cold blue eyes
A sheepish grin, a pleasant surprise
Hair sways in the breeze
Aroma of the perfume designed to please
Beauty I behold
So pleasing to the soul
Words left unsaid
Feeling unafraid
In my head the words begin to tumble
Unable to even mumble
Just a little wave
Not knowing how to behave
Gesture requited
Feeling so delighted
Warm pleasant feeling
As I continue reeling
Of my next move unsure
Smile that continues to lure
The ending is up to you
As you imagine what they do