meeting the one

Years have flown by swift as the breeze,

As if mere moments, not decades, with ease.

Once youthful, brimming with life's sweet delight,

I waited in hallways, seeking love's sight.

In university corridors, I hoped he'd appear,

Any man to notice, my heart to endear.

But youth, like blossoms in spring's tender hour,

Faded, and still, I hadn't found love's power.

Till one gray hair hinted time's swift sway,

On a rainy day, our paths crossed, come what may.

No more hallways, just streets filled with rain,

I stood, drenched and alone, amid the mundane.

Awaiting the tram, raindrops danced and fell,

Clutching my soaked dress, a tale to tell.

Then he appeared, offering shelter with grace,

His little umbrella, a kindness in that space.

Grateful, I smiled, his grin met my gaze,

"I see you made yourself wet," he teased, in playful phrase.

Laughter echoed, as we stood in the rain,

A simple moment, love's gentle refrain.

Thus began our journey, our story unfurled,

Each day he is a shelter, in a love-filled world.