The Night We Met Poem by Greg Costello

A silver, slimline, sparkling nymph,
Stole into view, looked heaven sent,
Her modest, unassuming smile,
But served to sharpen my intent.

Which was to see if I could charm,
The stand-out girl 'midst those around,
That there was not a suitor swarm,
Did nothing, if not me astound -

Moments before I'd watched her dance,
In rhythmic step to every beat,
And so as not to dent my chance,
Kept unemployed, both my left feet.

Then finally, the time it came
A meeting that would change my life,
The sparkling nymph, she felt the same,
My best friend, whom I now call wife.