First Meeting My Love Poem by Billy Loving

Of a fateful night
When my love I met
With my pen I write
Burned in my memory, never to forget
Two seeking souls collide
A beauty so precious to me
Unable to speak, awaiting the butterflies to subside
Gentle eyes beaming with glee
Soothed nerves as our greetings we exchange
At the table we're seated
A silence surrounds, a feeling so strange
Just she and I, the world deleted
Time ceases to exist as we talk throughout the night
Enthralled with her company, heart overflowing with delight