Lover’s Lane

We aren’t the only ones
Who meet at Lover’s Lane
For a few stolen
Moments of bliss
She had already arrived
Before I had left
Because I stayed this
Morning to savour
How I’d been blessed
By the feel of your arms
And the taste of your lips
He pulled in as I pulled out
And the smile on his face
Left me in no doubt
They too, were like us
Carried away by
The strangest love
No one else can understand
I’m glad we were done
So they could
Have their fun
All of us blessed
By the rising sun
And the gift of Lover’s Lane

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