His eyes lit up when he saw her face,
Sitting again in the corner place,
Far form the door and out of the way;
Always there it seemed each day
When he went for his lunch, as he worked nearby;
'Twas weeks ago she'd caught his eye,
A beautiful girl, with dark brown hair,
Tied in a bow sticking up in the air;
Her smooth white skin and serious smile
Captivated him all the while
He ate his lunch; it seemed that she
Only drank a cup of tea
And tapped away without a glance;
He wondered how he'd make the chance
To speak to her quite naturally,
For he'd already seen that she
Sat at a table set for one,
Almost as if she wanted to shun
The presence of other people there;
He idly wondered if he'd dare,
Just interrupt her as she wrote,
But then each lunchtime missed the boat.
And then he realised maybe she
Might one day no longer be
Sitting there when he arrived;
He'd forever be deprived
Of any chance to get to know
The one girl who impressed him so.
He decided there and then
That he would not just wait again
But go and speak; she raised her head,
Sweetly smiled at him and said:
"Do please sit down; my book's now done,
So I have time for everyone.
And as it is my last day here,
I'm really very pleased that we're
Talking and getting a chance to know
Each other now before I go."
He always felt it had been fate,
That made him speak before too late.
For soon they were a happy pair
And wedding bells were in the air.
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