I saw her in the library
Twice before I dared to speak
And there between the bookcases
We stooped, whispering, cheek to cheek
We talked of books, I stroked her arm
She seemed to like me doing that
Her eyes displayed a trust in me
She watched me silent as a cat
We walked together hand in hand
By the canal with barges there
As I took her home that night
I kissed her lips, ears, everywhere
I hoped ours was an enduring love
But soon feared that was not the case
She became offhand, more guarded
Love slid away, back to first base
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