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Strangers Date
Strangers Date
Lets meet as if strangers at the bus stop, she winked as she spoke
You sit on the bench like any other ordinary bloke
I will arrive with a red rose
You with a white carnation you expose
Like total strangers meeting for the first time
Late if you wish, but I'll be on time
You look with breathless anticipation, and I return a sweet soft cheek kiss
You close your eyes feeling all the inner bliss
Then your eyes flit across the street to the bar
You say, Come on it's not at all far
You wink, Maybe a cocktale or two
Dinner later at someplace new?
We can share a bottle of wine
While we wait for this meal so fine
When it's all done and time to go
Hand in hand our romance will grow
When at last we are home
And no need to roam
I'll thank God for this wedding band
And the one on your hand
Copyright ©
Thomas Binford
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