My new friend, At the coffee house
Green eyes, the angels desire
Pink lips, the roses blush.
Smile, the essence of a child
A suprise call, An invitation
Rearranged my noon for this friend
Not another moment I would wait
To see the person I read everynight.
A wonderful delight, Meeting her
Forgetting the world around me
Time stops not for her or I
Leave with a hope to see her again
Friday, August 27, 2004
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