Love at First Sight

Eight years ago today, I met Dale (my husband). This poem describes how it all started, as accurately as I remember it.

Eyes met;
I was painted
on a new sheet;
I was red.

He was uneasy;
did he like me
right away?
It was crazy.

‘Hi!’ he said;
then he offered
to shake hands,
and I wondered;

The first touch–
was it magic?
I must’ve blushed;
’twas terrific!

Time is up!
The courting started.
He wouldn’t stop;
till now, he never did.

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete

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