Lisa Pilgrim offers us a whimsically written poem about being aware that timing, and opportunity, may lead to finding a magical connection where least expected.
From the hazel-eyed enchanter there'll be no avoidance
Mesmerized by his stare as he asks, “What’s your poison?”
How to answer without unpacking baggage?
“I need a potion to make agony vanish.”
With a wink of his eye in a voice so sincere,
“I’ll conjure a concoction to make it all disappear.”
He measured and poured then with ice he combined.
He set the drink down his hand brushing mine.
Electricity wreaked havoc, and I immediately knew;
There was old fashioned magic in that gentleman’s brew.