Chance Meeting

Your eyes, bigger and greener than any I’ve ever seen

Pierce me over the counter

And the words “Can I help you?”

Take on new meaning as I speak them.

There are feathers in your hair

Which is orange like autumn

And fire.

Your Irish accent enthralls me

Making your wish my command.

I can’t help but stare as you walk away

Feeling bereft, having never known your name.

I keep expecting you to invite me

To join you in the land of Faerie,

Where you obviously belong

For you to extend your hand and say

“Come with me.”

After all, this is only the second time

That I’ve fallen in love.

Reviews

[A.Lee]

This is really good. I like that the narrator notices so much about this person she's only just met.. she's obviously captivated by him and that comes across very clearly. Great descriptions.

[Ed Hart]

a season of content...a season of wonder...the warmest gift in life...and you have said it so well...