He knew as soon as he saw her.
She had the prettiest eyes.
She had a flower tucked into her hair.
She was floating in stars.
Suddenly, he had all the words
Sitting there in the palm of his hand,
As delicate and skittish as butterflies,
As strong and sharp as a steel blade.
Metaphors and similes,
Poetic and flowing language,
But nothing he could come up with
Could do justice to her beauty.
His dry spell was gone,
Forgotten in the blink of an eye.
He had been journeying through the desert
And she was his oasis.
He felt the moment slipping through his fingers
As she walked away,
And took his happiness with her,
Unknowingly.
He didn't know if he believed in Fate,
But he didn't trust it to bring them together once again.
He had to take matters into his own hands,
Seize the seconds that were ever ticking past.
Even as he pondered the right way to approach her,
The perfect opportunity dropped straight into the palm of his hand.
A flutter of white,
A paper dropped to the ground.
Hurrying to pick it up,
He called after her,
"Excuse me,
I think this fell from your bag."
She turned
And they were suddenly face to face.
His heart did a tiny dance
To a beat much faster than usual.
The words that were flowing through his brain
Refused to venture to his lips,
But her face lit with recognition,
And she plucked the paper from his outstretched hand.
"Thank you!" she exclaimed,
A beam of a smile taking over her face.
"This is a really important paper,
I'd hate to have lost it."
There's a pause in her speech, and he thinks,
Now, Theo! Ask her now.
"Would you like to get a coffee sometime?
Or tea, if that's what you prefer?"
The words tumble from his mouth:
A waterfall that he has no hope of stopping.
His control seems to have disappeared
When he's with her.
"I'm free right now," she says,
And his heart's dance
Turns into a full out disco party;
The light shining in his eyes.
They make an agreement to meet again next week
And exchange phone numbers.
As he returns to his flat,
He knows his steps are lighter.
Luna (her name was as beautiful as she was)
Was the most interesting person he had ever met.
Stories spilled off her
Like a glass full to the brim and overflowing,
And Theo soaked them up like a sponge,
Ideas and plots whirling in his head.
After only half an hour of time with her,
He was itching to write once more.
He knew as soon as he saw her
That he had finally found the one.
His inspiration, his soulmate
His muse.