There it is again, that small little sound…

I turn and see those eyes…. Those eyes I’ll never forget…

The sound was a question, it takes a moment for me to realize,

I feel stupid as I answer,

beauty so stunning…. How lucky could I be…

I struggle to answer the question as best I can,

Hoping against hope I don’t mess up,

I can’t focus, true beauty is beside me… how can anyone focus….

As questions are traded I feel as lucky as can be, how long can my luck last?

For two days all I do is ask questions…

then finally the question I crave to have answered most is asked…

still my luck holds, or so it seems….

The answer is no…

Then unbidden comes the end of my luck… the answer to the most pivotal question will always be no….