I remember when we met,
a Friday night in New York,
that sweet smile, those eyes,
something I can't forget.

Just the way you laughed,
as we walked and talked,
made my heart skip a beat,
felt like I was in harmony,
and you were my melody.

We went to this place,
had a few drinks,
then as I stared in your eyes,
you leaned forward,
our lips met,
we kissed.

Later that night,
I gave you my number,
and you gave me yours,
then as I went home,
and I was laying in bed,
I thought to myself,
''I think I've found my true love''