It was quiet, much quieter than she expected
When he stumbled into her life
All Levi jeans and winter boots,
A musky scent, filling our space.
She was expecting fireworks, a flash mob
With everyone dancing and a fluttering heart,
He pulled back the strand of hair
That often fell across her eyes
And whispered into her ear
‘I like your smile, and you made me laugh.
Can I take you out for a glass of wine,
And we’ll just see where this thing goes?’