Twas just a wink of the eye.
The nod of his head.
Her gentle sigh.
That silly grin.
The wave of good-by.
The breathless whisper.
His heavy sigh.
She dropped her hankie.
He gave a salute.
The look again after going by.
He slipped a note for the dance.
She left her calling card.
Then came the hankie and roses.
She though she would die.
He came to call with a nervous stand.
8-07-2007



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