Writing words, about all of the dread
That tries to control, my confused head.
On this occasion, I'm easily led
For it is easier done, then said.

Cascading water, a most peaceful sound.
No crowds of people, hanging around.
Colored blanket, laid on the ground,
A picnic lunch with meat, cheese and thine
Along with a few bottles of wine.
What more could I ask on this day
But to enjoy the moment, in this way.

A midnight meeting; a rendezvous,
A quiet setting, for me and you.
Excitement as blood coursed thru my veins.
The sight of your beauty still remains
Locked in back of this aged mind,
Recalling you. Your exotic way,
To this day, I must now praise,
The friendship, that was ours to choose.
Still remains here, win or lose.

Rain falling
Puddles all around
Wet feet