Down the Hill
Taking our time
Flowing, going, stepping smoothly down
Conversing with her from out of town
Walking, floating, introducing ourselves
So pleasant was the talk, I postponed my run
Eucalyptus lowered branches to hear our fun
Slowly, time fleeting moving closer towards her
There was pain in her eyes, I could only smile
I had been there, from which I walked awhile
It was so nice to meet, my heart fluttered
I wished her luck, “fue un placer,” she replied
Off I go, telling myself at least try
Jogging my thoughts stood on that chance encounter
Hoping, thinking that I would look for her again
That by any luck, love let me not relent
For Teresa and her Cuban Accent
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