I'd forgotten all about this little bit, found it in my pad the other day. Some years ago at a party, I heard someone entering the room I was in. Assuming it was one of my mates, I drunkenly proceeded to sing a rather vulgar song, thinking they'd join in. Turns out it was a rather lovely girl, who I was unacquainted with. All things considered, she took it pretty well. But not that well. First impressions do count and after subsequent meetings, I was left to ponder what might have been.
Improper Serenade
The first words I spoke to you,
were meant for other ears.
Your kind disposition, and
unrelenting patience,
have shone through during the years.
Your hair of gold,
eyes of blue,
your quick and stunning smile.
Nothing to do without you,
but sit and wait a while.
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