February 14,
6:45 p.m.
I walk through the town plaza,
and love is in the air.
Red, heart shaped balloons.
Rose petals everywhere.
Couples sipping coffee,
sharing a sweet embrace.
But hidden between the couples
sits a girl alone.
Her eyes immersed in a poetry book.
Her lipstick imprinted on a cup.
She looked up and saw me.
I smiled and I waved.
She seemed to be shy;
the book hid her face.
I walked to her table,
and said "Hi! May I sit?".
She said yes with her head
for her lips remained sealed.
I asked for her name.
A shy voice replied "Sara.".
"I believe you're a thief.
You're a thief, my dear Sara.".
Her expression just changed.
Her green eyes now wide open.
"What are you talking about?
I didn't steal nothing.".
"Oh, you did, sweetest Sara,
but maybe you just don't know.
You stole my heart, dear Sara.
To you it now does belong.".
She blushed, and sipped her coffee.
She showed me a little smile.
Looked up at me with her green eyes
as I reached out for her hand.
And so this ends the story
about two people finding love,
about two halves finding each other
to never again walk alone.