Monday, April 29, 2013

That Saturday Afternoon

A garden with few flowers

Where red roses and lilies bloom

In mid July after light showers

I met you that Saturday afternoon

As you made your entrance

Holding the Sunday school flower vase

With joy did my heart dance

Towards me you walked pace by pace

When you asked me to help pluck

Flowers for the Sunday school

I found it hard to believe my luck

'Cause I’d always acted like a fool

Twenty four years had passed since

That Saturday afternoon

And now finally I’m convinced

That you’re the only moon

Which will forever shine in my life.

( Saturday, September 8, 2012 at 3:16pm)

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