It wasn't the way we met <br />Though I remember it well <br />Spring nights like velvet <br />And your voice, wine colored <br />Flowing out <br />River-wide <br />Seductive amongst the banter <br />Of mannequin strangers <br />Inspired something <br />Long forgotten <br />But suddenly alive <br />In your beautiful eyes<br /><br />Chris Bradshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holding-6/
