Lady In Blue Poem by Robin Bennett

I shall be sitting on the white bench,
wearing the sleek navy blue trench.
Holding tight to the latte in my hand,
the girl without the gold wedding band.

Flaxen hair and eyes of deep blue,
alone reading my novel, until I meet you.
Just me and my heart beat ringing out,
I'm sure we shall hit it off, without a single doubt.

Lifting my head up to gaze across the greens,
I spot a man in a tailored shirt and crisp jeans.
Is he the man I am here to finally meet,
certainly hope so, what a lovely treat.

He draws near and I rise from my seat,
raising my hand and a kiss so sweet.
We both sit down and begin to talk,
hand in hand we agree to take a walk.

Hours pass like a quick flash of time,
it all works like a familiar little rhyme.
Dusk begins to crowd her way into day,
off for a cafe au lait at a local cafe.

What a whirlwind date this has been,
fingers crossed, please ask to see me again.
Let me walk you safely back to your house,
I'm hooked, I've met my future spouse.