Con Artist
A fleeting moment
Passed too quickly
Before I could learn your name.
Barely a smile
Few words
And a touch shared
Only between a slip of paper.
Infatuation? Likely.
Obsession? Perhaps.
The meaning unknown
Behind our fated meeting
Our chance encounter.
Appearance isn't everything
But you seem to have it all
A true sweetheart
With a face angels surely envy.
We know nothing of each other
Yet there is a connection;
Tell me you feel it, too.
Such little time passed
But I can't forget those precious moments
When you smiled at only me.