The Day I Met Your Father
The day I met your father, He had flowers in his hands. Swiftly, he passed me by With not a second glance. Looking at his fleeting form, I wondered whom they were for. The petals strewn all over Slowly curling on the floor. I walked on a familiar path, On a day like everyday. Feeling a little uplifted, Smiling along all the way. I came upon an open window, Through it I saw his face. Full of laughter and tears With an expression that stays. My tracks slowed and stopped. I gazed long at the window. Something about that moment Made everything else move slow. The day I met your father, I saw hope in his eyes. And I knew I was in love As he looked into mine.