Between the Banks

Every weekend he’d take her on the lake

He’d have lemonade and sweet cakes

Calm waters and blue skies

Staring into her brown eyes

Her parasol kept the sun out her face

As he rowed with all he had

Halfway across he’d rest

Move next to her and steal a kiss

They’d enjoy their picnic on the water

While looking out for fish

Each time one jumped to catch a flying insect

She’d giggle until she snorted

The more she laughed the deeper in love he fell

He held her to him as they watched the sun set

It would soon be time to row again

Head for the bank and leave their solitude

Until next weekend


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