A Date
Too soon, too late
a sip of wine as evening awaits
followed by dinner at eight
you wanted more than what was on your plate
foolish heart you knew I'd hesitate
while clinging to my arm at the gate
I kissed your forehead your ego to deflate
sorry love, I never took the bait
no need for any long debate,
must I translate
to help you graduate,
it was just a date.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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