Morning stroll, thoughts are whole, in complete control
Nice and tidy, Monday through Friday, then speak to the almighty
Complete routine, it’s all foreseen, not a thought could intervene
Until a sudden meeting, heart now beating, pleasant greeting
Beating faster, like a dream forecaster, but still no disaster
My jumbled speech, word cracks and creeks, then reddening cheeks
Nice and proper, thrown in the hopper, what a shocker
A nervous nelly, with my legs all jelly, and a rumbling belly
Hands of sweat, her hair brunette, body wrapped in gold georgette
Her smiling face, puts it all in place, with just a touch of heavenly grace
And now I feel a sudden calm, have drying palms, no more qualms
Deep breath, no need to rest, a single hand up to my chest
A gentle bow, oh I don’t know how, I kept from landing on my brow
My sudden gentleness, and touch of elegance, almost renascence
Yet my head stayed rigid, indeed not timid, not restricted
Her eyes magnetic, an anesthetic, almost prophetic
I cannot look away, now trapped at midday, in a sparkling array
Bluest blues, and emerald hues, such the source I call my Muse
A bit enchanted, no lines were slanted, my wish was granted
Our time was precious, left me breathless, and conscientious
But she’s turned to go, her eyes say so, smile and a tipped chapeau
Nod my head, my thoughts likely read, or perhaps something I said
A sweet memory, I’ll keep for a century, safe in my treasury
Love at first sight, leaves me weakened and white, blind as if night
Not my usual stance, but I seem in a trance, and need another glance
A gentlemanly turn, one to attract no concern, and pray for no spurn
Still is my gaze, as I try to appraise, she sparkles just like the sun’s rays
Waiting it seems, shining like a queen, perhaps I’m in a dream
Maybe too did she feel, that the vision was real, could not be concealed
The distance grew closer, my mind runneth over, to such an exposure
Those eyes once again, and delicate skin, and that soft rounded chin
Lips of perfection, turned in my direction, a seeming connection
A magical attraction, complete chain reaction, affirmative interaction
“My Muse?” my question, smiled confession, a beautiful expression
Moment in time, started my climb, then she awakened my rhyme
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