I stood up slowly afraid I would scare you away. I placed my guitar against the bench and begin to slowly move towards you. My heart was beating fast and the butterflies that danced around in the garden had entered my stomach somehow.

As I started to move towards you I was telling myself I should not allow these feelings to surface. That you were a stranger and most importantly you couldn’t learn who I truly was. I could not stop myself though I just continued to walk towards you my eyes never leaving your delicate face.

As I finally reached you, you lifted your small hand towards me in greeting, introducing yourself as Antoinette lady in waiting. I bowed and kissed that lily white hand knowing I let my lips linger a bit longer then I should of be letting go and once again locking eyes with you.
You ask me with a voice as soft as the morning air. "What is it you were playing on your instrument, Sir”.

I blushed slightly not really knowing why and smiled saying "Oh, nothing really just a little rhythm that was floating around in my head milady."
A silence fell as we began to walk side by side down the garden path. You finally broke the silence by reminding me that I had not introduced myself to you. I cleared my throat and turning slightly towards you while still walking the garden path.

"Excuse me milady for being so silent and forgetting to introduce myself, I seem to be unable to form a single thought much less speak in your stunning beauty. I am Night Hawk, a Knight of the round table."

You blush at my words, lowering your eyes slightly to the ground, a giggle escaped from somewhere deep inside your sweet throat. It was a sound that sounded like the purest of bells. My eyes traveled to your throat and I was caught totally by surprise of the thought that jumped into my mind. I thought about how beautiful your neck would look wearing my collar of devotion.

You raised your eyes so I was gifted with their beauty once more and asked if I would play something for on my guitar. I felt the butterflies dancing once more inside my stomach. I couldn't form a complete thought how was I going to think of something to play for this vision? Yet, I found myself nodding as I sat back down on the bench before the willow tree. Picked up my guitar I started to let my fingers lightly strum at first not sure what it was I was going to play, but my fingers seemed to have a life of their own for they started to strum out a song.

“I caught a glimpse of you from afar,
Among a crowd of people,
Your eyes meeting mine,
My thoughts forever,
Roaming back to you that day.
I finely was allowed the gift,
Of speaking to you,
Although all to briefly.
Your glistening eyes,
As blue as the ocean,
The feel of your soft hand,
As I kissed it,
Remembering the feeling of need,
The need to kiss those rose colored lips,
Hunted me though out the day.
I find myself day dreaming,
Dreaming of holding you in my arms,
Of knowing your touch.
I seem to know your spirit,
As you seem to know my soul.
I glimpsed you from afar,
Among a crowd of people,

Your eyes meeting mine,
My thoughts forever,
Roaming back to you that day,
Feeling the need to be near you.”

My eyes locked to your beautiful face the whole time I was singing. The song came from deep in my soul. Your eyes down cast ever so slightly while a slight flush of pink danced on your cheeks.