The dinner conversation sparkles

As his mind advances the clock

He'll suggest it when the check comes

A walk along the beach

Sharing a blanket of stars

He assumes that she knows

How the evening will end

But he has ideas of his own

As he watches her speak

He realizes what he wants is her

He wonders what she wants

It would be so much easier if he knew

Trepid of scaring her off

But more afraid of allowing

A magical moment to slip away

She seems like someone who could last

But love is a crap shoot

And all you can ever really hold in your hand

Are the moments of magic

That etch deeply enough to live through again

He knows the first time he sees her face

Develop slowly into a smile

He would grab and keep it if he could

But he knows that magic gripped tightly

Will only slip from his hands

He wants his piece of magic tonight

And to give one to her, too

Scanning for signs

Of where to find the enchantment

That won't elude their grasp

When the waiter arrives

And inquires, "What is

Your pleasure this evening?"

It takes no thought to reply

"I'll have some slippery magic, please"