Sweet Harmony they called her
Though she never sang a tune.
They watched her bus the tables
When the crowd was dense at noon.
To some she seemed quite special
And to others just one more
Stationary fixture in
Designation of her chore.
He spied her through the window
And could scarce believe his eyes.
Radiantly beautiful
Remarkable in disguise.
He sat down at a table
And he thought he saw her glance.
He knew he must be charming
It might be his only chance.
She came to take his order
And he flashed his pearly whites,
But then he tipped his water,
Reached to catch it in it's flight.
She said I am no angel,
I'm a broken butterfly.
Before I give my dreams up,
There's some things I have to try.
He sat there feeling clumsy
But she set him well at ease.
He asked her for her number
And she gave it naturally.
It wasn't like he planned it
It's still fond memory,
For later years would find them
In their home in Tennessee.
They found their fill together
Like a forest finds it's sun.
Her perfect touch would warm him
Like a melody well sung.
He knows she is no angel
But his broken butterfly
Bestowed on him her freedom
And his dreams the knot they tied.