I remember when I first met you.  I felt like a Devil, clothed in all black.  My dark hair was past my shoulders and I was wearing my favorite coat(trench).

Surrounded by screaming and singing children on an old bus waiting for candy and there souls to be "Saved"

I stole my first glimpse of you and held my breath thinking,"This must be an Angel"

You were a Seraphim with a glint of deep hurt and pain in your Doe Brown eyes.

You were lost  in a book with your curly, mousy brown hair, that was pulled back in a tight librarians bun with the glasses to match!

I remember our first date.

The explosion of pins being knocked down, the cigarette smoke curling and lingering in the air like snakes, the smell of beer and pizza.

The way you let me win, because it was the "womanly" thing to do.

You were dressed in ridiculously tight pants and a pale purple shirt that was paper thin.

Your hair had "product" in it and for the first time I beheld its full majesty.  Like a river of gorgeous curls flowing down your delicate back.

We didn't yet want to part company so we sat down on the hard plastic bench that was soon to become our special place.

We talked for hours about little things, simply enjoying each others conversation.

Then we went outside and sat on the cold steps, where we shared philosophies as we gazed at the heavens.

You got a chill so like the gentleman I am, I gave you my lucky red and black flannel to keep you warm.

To this very day when I think of true, real, meaningful love, I can't help but think of those times.

It doesn't bring a single tear to my eyes

I'll tell you why

because if it was just a dream....

It was

A Good Dream =)