A sight to behold she was,
The day I saw her in the shining sun.
Nervous as an adolescent,
Ask her out for a cup of tea, I did.
The porcelain in her gentle hands,
Eyes looking out over the rim
A mischievous little smile playing
In her lips sipping the tea.
Amused she was a lot,
As if she could see through flesh,
My heart running a mile a minute.
Minutes ticked to hours
In small talks and her musical laughs
Bewitching me faster than fast.
Like a gentleman, my car made her carriage,
Leave her at the doorsteps, already dreaming
Of the next cup of tea.