It was a cold morning
Just after dawn
Even a cup of coffee
Didn't stay warm long.
But you picked me up before breakfast,
And laughed at my layered clothes,
Offered a jacket and arm,
And for a long walk, we went on.
Up a small hill of colorful houses,
Down a lane lined with old benches,
Among Pine trees and fog,
Grass, wet from last night's dew;
The sun rose higher,
The morning went on,
And the jokes and the banter,
Started warming the scene,
By then I couldn't wait,
What went on in my mind,
Surely must be exclaimed!
And I said it, as he gazed into my eyes...
"I'm hungry."
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