A silver, slimline, sparkling nymph, <br />Stole into view, looked heaven sent, <br />Her modest, unassuming smile, <br />But served to sharpen my intent. <br /> <br />Which was to see if I could charm, <br />The stand-out girl 'midst those around, <br />That there was not a suitor swarm, <br />Did nothing, if not me astound - <br /> <br />Moments before I'd watched her dance, <br />In rhythmic step to every beat, <br />And so as not to dent my chance, <br />Kept unemployed, both my left feet. <br /> <br />Then finally, the time it came <br />A meeting that would change my life, <br />The sparkling nymph, she felt the same, <br />My best friend, whom I now call wife.<br /><br />Greg Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-we-met-3/
