shake in the hands

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


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