Of you, my first glance;
by Lou Ethel Wade Bush
Was the essence of desire;
My heart filled with fire;
This was only by chance.
A deep-seated need, your eyes impart;
To me in every possible way;l
Knowing this was a very special day;
To discover your work of fine art.
Moments to treasure, upon your face;
Signaling me so loud and clear;
Making me know you are really sincere;
In luring me over to your place.
This was only be chance, we both knew.
Seconds, minutes, and hours would pass;
Feeling so right; hoping it to last.
By chance, our love grew and grew.