His leisur'ly walk to town had soon become,
a daily routine at the hour of one.
He was not keen on having lunch at home;
to spend that hour all by himself, alone.
his walk would take him to a little place,
that served the most delicious fare in town.
And there it was he first beheld her face;
there in the Juice Bar (as that place was known).
How often did he walk since that glad day
in expectation passed the Juice Bar's door;
'till that one day; it rained the clouds were grey,
a lonesome figure sat inside the store;
her eyes looked sadly in a book and yet
not one line of the contents did she read.
Author notes
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Written June 16th, 2005
A contest entry
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Interesting
This could lead to other poems/stories of this love that is about to bloom.
I love the picture you have painted with your words.
Hugs BonBon
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i really didn't get the last part... but it probably makes sense to everyone else.. great poem other then that it's really good in the whole falling in love sort of thing great job!!
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Wonderful piece!!!! I could feel the emotion and could relate to the text.
Thank you for entering my contest, and good luck!
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