with no notion
not the smallest inkling . . .
she wended her way into the birthday merriment
not knowing that quiet magic was in the evening air
that those fates had already woven their precious spells
It happened on this night of starry nights not so many years ago.
a magical fairytale of olde, full of unsought beginnings,
undreamed of happiness, a perfect moment of rightness.
just as the story says, it was love at first sight
so very unbidden, so very right
so she met her Sir Owen
her mighty oak
* * *
(to think i so very nearly stayed at home x )