The speaker is replaying a first meeting with someone they love, and the poem is their attempt to say what that felt like. It opens by admitting that words fall short, yet the speaker keeps finding them anyway: the other person walks up in a blue satin suit, time seems to stop, and even a simple "hello" sounds like music. The speaker remembers walking, laughing, and holding hands, and says one touch was enough to feel committed for life.
The feelings are giddy, devoted, and a little possessive, with talk of winning and having someone "all to myself." The imagery gets large, with coffee-colored eyes becoming a chocolatey abyss, and three unnamed words weighing as much as the galaxies. The ending is gentler. The couple has to part, but the speaker says it isn't goodbye, just a chance for another hello. The mood is warm, breathless, and hopeful, and the speaker is still grinning at the memory.