In the cafe

In the cafe
At home
Bath water hot
She felt his fiery character
She just loved him a lot

A glass of italian bubbly
Icd cold felt it reach
Chilled, her lips
Enjoyed the sips
Days out on the beach

Already making excuses
The blue sky and the sea
The shell she found
A fossil
An ammonite it be
The poet and his verses
The stanzas all aglow
The heaps of books he had up in his room
And the lights below

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