I see him across the room and
Immediately know there is more to him
Than meets my eyes.
Mystified, I stare across the lobby at him
And wonder if he's staring at me with the same thoughts.
We meet, talk and then walk
Out the door and learn to know one another.
He likes me and smiles that quirky smile
Which makes my knees weak.
We talk more and decide to carry further
Our study of each other.
Late night---arms entwined and I know
I have found my love.
A gentle smile, that same smile
And then he's gone.
Time passes, we explore more and then
The news hits me:  I smother him too much
And he must be free to search for something permanent.
I'm told if I love him to let him go.....
That hurts, but he's a butterfly and must be free.