I remember it.
I remember the date,
Because it was my first date,
And a date is a damsel's delight.
Excitement overwhelming,
Stress overbearing,
And a twinkle in his eye
that said,
Let's go out tonight
Was all that I needed to decide.
Deep blue skies abounded,
The sparks that surrounded
our chemistry,
But the chemicals were only mine.
A charming cup of tea,
The taste of sweet opportunity,
But to him
a bland scone,
or perhaps
a burnt piece of toast,
would really be just fine.
Really,
he said,
This will be just fine.
