The Hanson Cab

The clip clop of the horse in front As we cuddled together in the Hanson Cab A chilly wind blows the branches in the trees And the rain patters softly on the roof Your sweet perfume intrigues me As I hold your hands I gently warm them The London streets are cobbled and wet And I wanted this moment to be forever We talk together and I can see the laughter In your eyes and your loving smile The cab stops and I shelter you from the rain As we run together happily inside to our flat. © Paul Warren Poetry