The One

On a chilly September night,
In a rather quiet corner of Nairobi,
On the second floor of Kimberly,
A girl with a smile so radiant,
Walked into a room.

Her laughter, light as evening rain,
Her voice, smooth as oiled mahogany,
Eyes that held a quiet fire,
A gait with purpose,
She stole my heart.

Like a jigsaw puzzle, 
I felt her with me fit,
But an angel she was,
Too luminous to hold,
Too perfect to be mine.

Yet grace smiled my way.
And though the wait was long,
She and I became a story,
Written in time, sealed in fate.
She is the one.
She has always been the one.
My one, my only one!