She was late,
but was always on time.
As I would sit their and wait,
for my Valentine,
I knew she was getting ready,
to only look her best,
so I may compliment her,
in that tight blue dress.
Finally after,
she finished her hair,
the restaurant was closed,
because she didn't,
know what to wear.
I did not mind.
Their food was not that great.
So we went for a walk instead,
in the park,
buy the lake.
I brought her home late,
after showing her,
a good time.
Even though,
my date was late,
she was still on time.
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 13th, 2018 10:47
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A fine write Forever.
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