Love at First Sight in Verona

Spending four months on the Continent and England, I noticed that no one would look me in the eye whenever I came face to face with them on the streets, in the parks or anywhere else. I guess I must have been downright rude staring at them all the time.

On a bus in Verona, as I stood facing a lady seated a short distance away, I could not help but look at her. She was simply dressed in a decidedly non-couture yellow tank top and jeans, but her beauty needed no adornment. She had a presence and almost an aura that drew my eyes to her, with her high cheekbones, fair complexion and intelligent dark brown eyes, framed by a sharply cut Cleopatra bob of black hair. Catching me staring, she looked up and smiled.

I smiled back and I could feel her eyelashes caressing me as I continued to look at her. I would take a furtive peek at her, every now and then. I was excitedly thrilled. I guess I had fallen in love at first sight like Romeo did in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.

We got down at the same bus stop and I began following her but then I heard my daughter, Nicole, shouting, "Hey, Daddy! This way! "

I had no choice but to turn around and follow Nicole.  That captivating, smiling lady was soon swallowed up by the milling crowd going in the opposite direction.

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Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand..
Mother Teresa