|The Meeting (standard:poetry, 263 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Jan 20 2011||Views/Reads: 1266/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|How I met my wife.|
The Meeting by Michael Lance Kersting I met her on a ferry crossing On a bright summer day She stood at the bow rail Her flowing hair in disarray I stood beside her And commented on the view She turned and looked at me And I said “how do you do” After given me a “once over “ “Fine, thank you” she replied with a smile I then proceed to chat with her About the weather and scenery for a while Then as the vessel was about to berth I invited her for a cool drink She then accepted the invitation with What I thought was a wink At the little café set by the shore We sat down and ordered a drink She told me her name was Sylvia And what do I think I comment how beautiful it was How it had a dainty rhythm to it She threw back her head and with A musical laugh told me to quit As the afternoon became dusk She said she wanted to go And said ”Yes, we will meet again” For I had wanted to know She gave me her phone number And told me to call Which made me quite happy as I can recall I saw her off onto the bus And she sat by the window And gave me wave, and a smile And I was all aglow I guess that you Want to know what happened After that grand show Well I am pleased to say we got married, have three children And that was Twenty years ago ! Tweet
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