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A Middle Aged Love Story

You stood in front of me at the newsagent,
couldn’t make up your mind which magazine
to buy. I wanted to my morning paper, slurred something about women
not being able to make
up their mind. You turned, angrily retorted and
we had our first row before we even knew each
other. Then we laughed, I fell in love and invited
you for coffee. At the cafe table I talked and talked feared that you
mightn’t like me get up and leave.
Didn’t stop before you bent over kissed me smack
on my lips. Blushed I did, your laugher, brimful
of melodious love. So elegant - speak posh too-
teasing green eyes and softly, like the mild breeze
of May, you walk upon this earth. While I’m an argumentative bull
elephant that adores a graceful
doe and is forever grateful for her love.