He, the Day, and After he met She

He walked into the room and saw her smiling face

Almost at once he felt his heart beat race

How could a simple glimpse make such a difference

Just like a quick capture of beauty by the 'camy' lens;

If angels walked the earth, he had seen one

If beauty took the form of a human, he had met one

Utterly and joyously bedazzled, he carried on.

Days went on, time and tide carried him along

But hardly a day passed that he wouldn’t think of her

He hardly had a day when he wouldn’t sing a song

Now each song found company as he thought of her

“These are trying days” somebody told him

“Be practical” another whispered in his ears

And he felt the lights beginning to dim

But only to be lighted up by her smiling face;

'Tis the story of a swain who had no clue

His life was gonna change when he met a girl he never knew.

Around her he is his crazy self

As though he has rediscovered himself

She’s as gentle as the moon

And yes she tries to see the moon –

Closer;  and up a ladder she climbs

Innocence and charm are wrapped around her

Beauty and benevolence go with her

This is sweetness in its 'bestest' form.

Yes, she may be well out of his league

And barely anything worthwhile from him for her to pick

But every future he pictures, he sees with her

Any trade life may bring, he wants to work with her

Every song he sings, he wants to sing with her

A ranch with beautiful horses (but not as beautiful as her)

To ride off into the sunset with her (so the song goes)

And he dreams on...