Gaze not at me with your misty eyes

While we dance no soft words must you sing.

I feel your lips brush across my cheeks

Like the flutter of butterfly wings.

Please recall what I said when we met.

My broken heart yearns not for romance.

Friendship is all I can offer you

And love stands not a bit of a  chance.

The roses you send me are lovely

My office girls wait for them each day.

Sometimes the florist sends twenty five

But who’s counting the fragrant bouquets?

My family has grown quite fond of you.

They will miss you if you walk away.

Dad likes the way you laugh at my jokes,

The sincere compliments that you pay.

The evening breeze has a cooling touch

But it’s warm where your hand gently roams.

Whisper not words of love in my ear

For a shiver just ran through my bones.

Perhaps it’s the stars or candle light

But I feel myself being bewitched.

Your arms as we dance could be tighter

And my lips have developed a twitch.

 Oh Dear! I feel my walls falling

Could it be that you’re perfect for me?

What’s this? A sparkling diamond ring

Engraved with Please Let Our Love Be.

My answer Sweet Man Of Persistence

The chances are

   Our chances are

      Awfully good.

by Tomi Fratto ©
Used with permission
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