I love this poem

I Confess

I stalked her
in the grocery store: her crown
of snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,
her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,
the way she placed yogurt and avocadoes in her basket,
beaming peace like the North Star.

I wanted to ask “What aisle did you find your serenity in, do you know
how to be married for fifty years, or how to live alone,
excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to possess
some knowledge that makes the earth burn and turn on its axis—“
But we don’t request such things from strangers
nowadays. So I said, “I love your hair.”

— Alison Luterman

My dear husband saw this poem posted on a Portland, Oregon MAX train. He was on his way home on February 12th of this year when he saw it, read it, and thought I would like it. He wrote it down for me. Isn't that the most romantic thing you ever heard?