The Passing Glance

A slip of the tongue brings about the upward shift of his lips.
Not expecting anymore than a hi and a passing glance.
But that glance turned into an awkward stare,
something more than what they might have expected.

They converse openly and freely, who could this person be?
Her face heats up, the signs of of happiness flooding her cheeks;
he laughs more than he had in months, hearts fluttering away.
One day feels like a lifetime, what is this feeling?

He asks maybe, baby, we could meet?
She says yes, excitement filling her eyes.
Both asking themselves, who is this person?
They may be young, but they know when they see a good thing comin'.

Each word like a beautiful new story,
there is something unique about these two.
He's not your average joe;
she's not your barbie queen.

A man with a heart, born of chivalry and burdened with the past.
A woman with country charm, sweet as can be, the past scarring as well.
Could this be what she was coming to find?
Might this be what he's been waiting for?

They say love is only true in story books and fairy tales,
souls never as genuine as seen on the silver screen.
There is something different about these two though.
Something real between this pair.

He's known false love for far too long;
she's known just the same and wants more.
She says this feels genuine, like it was meant to be.
He says he couldn't agree more.

Could it be, this passing glance, changed into something more?
A happenstance greeting from him,
An excited response from her.
Could this really have sparked so much more?

Their eyes meet, embarrassed at first. 
He says hi and she says hello back.
Conversation catches on quickly between the two.
Their hands meeting along the way.

The sun sets on their path as they walk.
His fingers intertwine with hers.
Finding a grassy place to sit, she laughs at his dumb jokes.
He looks at her, her at him.

Now the sun is gone, but the spark is bright.
She turns to him, him to her.
She closes her eyes and moves her head towards his.
Their lips meet in sensual silence, no words are necessary. 

A passing glance,
a few words chanced,
a night out,
love is sparked.