Rag Market At Lunch
Stayed up all night and wrote a poem for you
You told me that you had been feeling down
I bought some food and made a snack for two
Then caught a bus to meet you love in town
Rotunda grew, as I approached the stop,
The market bright, with fruity colours in sight
Adjacent to stood new tall rows of shops
And from the crowds your smile was like a light.
You were sat down in pause and self amused
Your eyes were glad when once you saw my face
My look of tired unsmile to which you’re used
Then up you stood and walked to me with grace,
Reached out and took my hand, stood on tiptoe
Pulled me in close then kissed my lips real slow.
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