I met him on a Saturday --
At a fest’val
Of food and play.
It wasn’t long ‘till he found me --
Upon a bench
Under a tree.
“Your beauty is,” he said to me --
“The prettiest
That I have seen.”
His sweet way soon pierced my heart --
And how it bleeds
When we’re apart.
“Be patient”, he did ask of me --
“My heart was broke
Just recently.”
And as I dream of he and me --
He is waiting
For he and she.
My hope for us it never ends --
Until the day
We’re more than friends,
But lovers too, beyond and more --
We’re free to be
Who we are.
© 2003 mariesrun
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