I will not pretend to love you
I will not write you a poem
Unless those feelings have weight

I don't believe in love at first sight or soul mates
Or magical encounters

Well....

There was this one day
I met a green eyed girl
Selling fruit off the freeway
She was a gypsy
A traveler
Led only by stars
A tank full of gas
A future teller of sorts
You looked in my eyes
And I felt the bright call
Before you took my hands
And read my cards
Before you talked to the spirits
In a crystal ball
You felt what I felt
And knew what I knew

You knew that we would meet
On a sunny summer day
That you would read my palm
On the edge of the freeway
It was that look in your eyes
And the catch in your voice
And the truth of the tarot
And the call of the wind
The fall of the stars
Heaven was lined up
Jupiter and Mars
in the light of the sun
When you told me your mother
Was blind as the bat
And she looked info the future and never look back
And you were eight years old
When you heard her say
"One day you'll meet your other half
On the edge of the freeway"

It was not that I didn't believe you
I plainly saw the signs
And I knew that the stars were all strangely aligned

Darling, I love you
But you need to see
I want to keep fishing
More fish in the sea
So you kissed me goodbye
And whispered a charm
A stone for my pocket to keep me from harm
Her words echoed sweetly
In the rear-view she waved
"Ill be here when you need me
off the dusty freeway"