Love Mute

She was sitting alone immersed in a book, far away from her surrounding, her eyes somewhere else, somewhere inside. Deep in thought, beautiful abandoned. I had a blind date and we were a mismatch, impassable differences. We left quickly and then I came back, happy to see she was still there. In her was everything I wanted in a woman, her body language a sure sign. Her wonderful eyes a ray of sunshine, her mouth the tongue of love. A slight smile on the corner of her lips, a hopeful response to my glare, waved me to sit by her side and after I said my name she wrote on a napkin. Nice name. I am mute. I was ready to spend hours with her. The clouds were forming over us like a sheet. I put my arms around her. Love is a friend that understands without needing words.