My Love…
How well I remember the day we met! You had on blue jeans and an old t-shirt with grease all over your face from helping your Dad fix your car. My eyes saw only beauty then, but see it even more now.

From “The Last Song” by novelist and screenwriter Nicholas Sparks
He stared at her,
knowing with
certainty that
he was
falling in
love.
He pulled
her close
and kissed
her beneath
a blanket
of stars,
wondering
how on earth
he’d been lucky
enough to
find her.