The first time I saw you it was across the street
I never once thought that one day we would meet
As I watched you flick your blown hair from you face
Next was in the library at the same bookcase
I smiled, you then said, "The man across the street!"
I am sure I blushed for how my heart did beat
"Sorry my eyes thought they should admire the scene"
She said, "That's OK you were on my radar screen"
In those days first date usually meant the flicks
So I gave her the chance to make the first picks
But rather than choosing a girly movie
She picked a French action film which was groovy
We married then of course which seemed only fair
There was so much more to like than her blowing hair
And when people aske us on how we did meet
We both laugh and say "We met across the street"
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Delightful story of that first encounter...one that lasted it seems.Thanks for dropping in at Toads.
ReplyDeleteAn enjoyable anecdotal poem, with dialogue. I don't see many of them so this one is a treat. I love the meeting in the library and the choice of French action film for the first date. :)
ReplyDeleteA romantic romp once again Old Egg
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this story! I love that meeting across the street!
ReplyDeleteEver the romantic.. Robin ❤️
ReplyDeleteA sweet tale very nicely told - I like the jaunty rhythm.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story of an ongoing love. Very sweet and in the best way.
ReplyDeleteThis was a truly delightful poem. Love how it begins and ends, as if to say (from there) here we are.
ReplyDeleteNice meeting, Luv it's blissoming
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
What a lovely way to meet.
ReplyDeleteAnd when people asked us on how we did meet
ReplyDeleteWe both laugh and say "We met across the street
A fruitful and romantic encounter!
Hank
ReplyDeleteAwesome blog, i always enjoy & read the post you are sharing!
Thank for your very good article...!
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