in white she was to be in

in a different place

 

eighteen of the ninth

month it was to be

 

white as an angel she was

having papers of white

 

time took its time

he waited still

 

his friends being around

were calling him

 

still was he

then came she

 

with a white smile

raising her hand

 

afraid was he

a great hand shake it was

 

a time when their bodies met

for the first time ever

 

he asked why she was there for?

at that time of toil and sweet

 

a sweet meet it was

never to forget

 

too cool were her hands

only to be disturbed

 

by a friends call

and the two left

 

never to be forgotten

for he still waits

 

waits again for another day

to experience it all again