She gazed into blue eyes
His warm and confident
Her a single question of why
Hold out your hand, he said, trust me
She thought, then firmly shook her head
It was not a question but a demand
She smiled and slowly held out her hand
He kissed each palm worshipfully, and got on his knees
Loudly he cried, "Will you marry me?"
She laughed outrageously, now a lifelong fan
Walking away, she could only think, "I don't even know that man."
