Come take my hand the weather is fine Walking together in the summer sunshine All of a sudden it starts to get dark So hurry to shelter in the local park We huddle together in the kiosk door Cuddled up with the man I adore Then suddenly you grab my hand We dance in the rain by the old bandstand Our clothes and hair get soaking wet We are so in love we do not fret Back to your house we do retire To snuggle in front of a roaring fire It is there in the glow that you take my hand Kneel and propose – now I understand You are the one I’ve looked for all my life I’m honoured to say ‘Yes, I’ll be your wife’ Jan Allison 9th August 2014