| We would plan this for years if weeks in love count thus. We sit in stout armchairs with Guinness on the side. We wear more, thicker clothes than on tropical time. We enjoy the same care from standoff waitresses Who approach with kid gloves mature lovers at large. "How are we doing here? Will you dine out tonight?" I move to meet your ear. "Shall we, sweetheart? Let's go." I did plan this for years when you were not aside. (April 2003) Copyright ©2003 Olivier Serrat |
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