A knock on the door
He hands me a rose
And stares at the floor
A drive to dinner
He pulls out my chair
Crookedly smiles
I pull back my hair
Dinner is served
Dessert is next
And cools my nerves
He takes me home
And gives me a hug
My mind starts to roam
He comes for a kiss
I close my eyes
Then nearly miss
He say's good by
I shut the door
And smile to myself.
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