Love on the Railway

Chaperoned

By public transport

And the table between them,

Her eyes looked across on full beam.

He looked at his watch,

Six weeks, three days, five hours,

two minutes, and that first second.

He considered her as a father might

His first born child, the wonder

Of love, paralysed him in thought,

There was nothing beyond her,

Nothing before her, nothing without her,

For her part, She know there was

no other, just the one soul,

with two train tickets

© Bernard Pearson