The Nostalgic Bench...

I shall always remember our first time;

You were in a tux, and I was dressed in lime.

We both sat on the same bench;

You read a book, me studying French.

That's when you raised your eyes and looked into mine;

Not that I took notice, cause I was on page nine

You started a talk, I replied;

You and I both kept our work inside.

An hour had passed but we were not done;

I couldn't recollect when was the last, I had so much fun.

By the time we were done, it had been too late;

We were struck by love, on the same date.

Who would have thought, a bench would be a place;

Where two lovers would come face to face.

That bench was a big part of our life;

Without it, I wouldn’t have been in your life.

Everything was jolly, until one day;

I could see no one waiting to say ‘hey!’

My heart knew you didn’t leave me;

I spent months on that very spot waiting for thee.

When we meet, you are bound to call me brave;

Because I have spent hours on that spot, by your grave...

I still remember the time. You were teaching me to use a wrench;

Oh the sweet memories we have on this loved bench...