The wind caught her hair like a golden sail

And I stepped on an unseen snail

Love struck like a gut feeling or a hunch

But all I could think of was that sickening crunch

She turned to seek the source of the sound

And saw me wiping my boot on the ground

She looked like a painting with a curious look

And watched as I pulled off my shoe and shook

She glided across the road with elegant ease

And asked if I could help with directions please

I took my chance to follow my heart to the brink

Barely finding words to ask her out for a drink

She responded with a voice like a piercing gale

‘No thanks, I saw you step on that snail.’