We said that we’d meet at the station, but I got lost.

Didn’t speak the language, didn’t have enough money,

Didn’t have a clue.

My private hire got me there on time –

With a little extra incentive.

It was then that I saw you down below.

I came from the wrong direction,

But even from behind, I knew it was you.

The way your hair cascaded over your shoulders –

Its golden shine blinding me;

The sweet scent of you calling to me . . .

All else but you – the world was void of color.

All sound ceased but the beating of my heart.

You were a vision of beauty!

I almost had to touch you

To prove that you were real.

It was then that I began to live.