After two weeks together all the time
(except in bed !) with birds of paradise
the quarry, sharing meals and crosswords,
shopping together at the supermarket
(like old times for me) I commented
it seemed like being married. Much too far
too fast. You bridled at the word.
So now I try to put my thoughts to rhyme,
expecting all the time to pay the price
for too much haste, though very few cross words
were said. I didn't even remark 'it
seems so right' just in case you resented
my presumption. Now I'm trying to bar
a 'Dear John' e-mail from my favourite bird.
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