First Meeting

Long chestnut hair to the small of her back,
Her denims were blue and her blouse was black.
That's the image that first caught my eye,
Drew my attention and forced a sigh.

Then, when she turned I was stunned to see,
Brown eyes flecked with gold, gleaming at me,
On a sweet round face with an elegant nose,
Two lips like petals of a deep red rose.

And two rows of pearls, dazzlingly white,
Parted those lips and brightened the night
In a smile as broad as the Bering Sea
As she floated across the floor to me.

On legs well-formed that you would adore
She seemed to be dancing across the floor,
Moving with grace like a sinewy cat
Lively and springy, not clumsy and flat.

My heart started pounding irregularly
As I studied this beauty approaching me.
Trembling, my knees felt weak and unsteady
I had no more time to make myself ready.

But the look in her eyes was inviting and warm,
Broadcasting confidence, sentience and charm,
Quelled my anxiety and soon put to rest
The undefined fear that had lodged in my breast.

And I knew at that moment she did understand,
When she reached out, caressing my cheek with her hand,
And suddenly, somehow I was finally at ease
In my first meeting with Mary Louise.