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Chauffeur drove us to the beach for a stroll
to get some air, fun, sun and sand
I remembered to carry my favorite red parasol
so my fragile skin doesn’t burn orange

Mary, my sister, went to her first ball last week
She looked so forlorn every day since then
Today,she opened her heart to speak
as the waves hungrily licked the rock she sat on.

I let the warm balmy sea breeze tousle my hair
She disclosed the Count’s son had asked her to dance
My sister, coming of age, exquisitely lovely and fair
had lost her sole heart to the young man at once

Next day, a bouquet of flowers, arrived for the Miss
with an invitation to tour the Count’s estate 
Mary was worried whether and how to kiss
if the occasion or her prince insisted on it

The deep blue of the ocean ensnared my eyes
Mary blushed and crumbled looking at the flowers
while I thought would it be ladylike and wise
to ask our ladies’ maid the proper way to kiss a guy.

My chance to date will be in a couple of years
I ask the rolling waves what to expect by then 
Surely, I think, some things must change gears
“Kiss or no kiss”, should be discussed like our ensemble.

Written 06/12/2016

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