The Hanson Cab
The clip clop of the horse in front
As we cuddled together in the Hanson Cab
A chilly wind blows the branches in the trees
And the rain patters softly on the roof
Your sweet perfume intrigues me
As I hold your hands I gently warm them
The London streets are cobbled and wet
And I wanted this moment to be forever
We talk together and I can see the laughter
In your eyes and your loving smile
The cab stops and I shelter you from the rain
As we run together happily inside to our flat.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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