No doubt she was a looker.

One that took more than two stares.

I had to approach her

And observe her wares.

She gave me the cold shoulder,

But that's par for this game.

I broke the silence and spoke,

Asking her for her name.

She looked and I saw her beauty,

This was no longer a game.

She hesitated, but told me her name.

Veronica, she said, and what is yours?

That was a year ago, as I look back.

We have a young son and a home on the hill.

The connection was one for a life time,

The day I asked for her name.