Sitting seated in the silence
Downcast - yet my heart rose
When a quiet figure stood beside me
After in the room he strode
His appearance was unusual
Not in a way one could describe
Perhaps it was in the way he moved
Or that distant look held in his eyes
Suddenly he caught me staring
And he smiled pleasantly
I turned away, moments too late
To hide the color in my cheeks
His voice was warm - sweet to the ear
And he asked me for my name
But for all the stumblings of my tongue
I had such trouble telling him
His gentle smile gave way to grin
And with a tender sort of air
He gestured to the seat across
And asked me if he could sit there
The permission shyly granted him
He filled the empty space
All at once - in that chair
Then slowly, softly into my heart
Until he was the only one in there
I'm always enchanted at the remembrance
Of this precious memory held so dear
It never fades, yet it is romanticized
A little more with each passing year...
Yet that is not to say that I recall things more inaccurate...
But that proportional to our love that grows
All the more fondly I remember it...
And even if I could forget
How our love came to be...
I never would; the person I met...
Who took that seat across from me