You walk the Windy with her.
Hands brush, and cheeks blush,
a door is opened, a chair is pulled out.
I'll have what she's having.
Half a glass later, nerves are soothed.
Catch her, watching you.
Quickly look at her and you both realize,
you both want to kiss.
The waiter interrupts,
food is now secondary.
Check please.
You stroll the windy with her,
hand in hand now,
so much is said in silence.
Fingers touching fingers.
My God, please don't let go.
Cue the snow.
You brush the flakes off her face,
"Kiss her, kiss her now"......yelled from a 2nd story window.
People smile as you press your lips to hers.
Her breath carries the sigh that warms your heart.

You walk the Windy with her.


*I have never been to Chicago, maybe someday.........