When I first saw you,
your face was framed in light.
I couldn’t tell if it shone around you
or from within you. All I know
is that I was mesmerized.
Your eyes changed colour
in that light, shifting from
a soft blue to a light green.
We sat down, coffees in hand
and I was immediately entranced
by your voice. It had a deep timbre
and a soft cadence to it so that
it almost sounded like music.
The more we talked, the more I wanted
to know everything about you.
It felt as if I had known you before
though we had just met.
I was so comfortable with you,
I felt safe with you, as if I could
be completely open. I knew instinctively
that you would not judge me, that I was
free to be me with you.
Around us, I heard others talking
but it sounded like music,
soft and lilting. It took me a moment
to realize that the music
came from within me.
As we continued talking,
our coffee cups empty long ago,
I asked you if you wanted to go to dinner.
It surprised me that those words
came from my mouth.
On the way to your car, you took my hand.
You did it softly, hesitantly,
as if you were unsure.
I clasped your hand, just as softly,
as if unwilling to hold on too tightly
less you fluttered away.
Yet your hand felt right in mine,
It felt wonderful. The song from within
increased slightly, filling my body.
When you looked at me,
I could see that light from within you
glowing all the brighter.
Through out dinner, you told me
about your family, about your work.
But most importantly, about yourself.
Then you asked about me,
about what I was passionate about,
what drove me, what made my heart sing.
No other man had ever asked me this
and I was dumbfounded.
I told you that I was a writer
and as I spoke, I watched leaves and vines
begin to grow along the walls
of the restaurant, covering them
until it looked as if we were sitting
inside a garden. I wondered vaguely
what was making the plants grow
until I realized that it was my hope,
my wish that you could be someone
that I would be able to grow with,
that we could grow together.
When you took me back home,
you held my back on the stairs
and you held the door open for me.
I marvelled that I was moved
by such a small act of kindness.
That song within me began to sing
louder still as you moved your face
towards mine. When our lips touched,
it was as if an entire symphony
played within me, singing for us
as we began that dance,
that slow waltz,
of two people who had waited
so long to find each other.
Looking back on that night,
I knew then that I loved you,
and have loved you more
every day since.