Ironic then that I saw her first
Meeting in the square of Old Sir Church
She had a vibe, I do recall
Could even tell from afar
This girl would go far
Maybe it was the way she politely chatted
In an honest and carefree way
Or maybe, hey, who am I to say?
I wrote her a poem
And she wrote back
And now we've even had a chat
It seems we do see eye to eye
An infinite many things
And an infinite amount of time
But what to do, with all this freedom?
Follow your heart, and listen to love
In this moment we are all one
And I'm starting to think there's virtue in fun
Let my work be a reflection of love.