The Lover And The Gamber Poem by David Harris

She sat on a bar stool,
her long legs dangling there,
drinking a coloured mix,
they called The Country Fair.

He sat at a table,
deck of cards in his hand,
laying them down for a game of solitaire,
the lover and the gambler.

For a brief few seconds,
as they looked around,
their eyes met in sweet seduction,
in that smoky bar downtown.

As the evening wore,
and customers began to leave,
it just left the two of them there,
the lover and the gambler.

Now if he played his cards,
close to his chest,
maybe with a bit of luck,
love would do the rest.

They looked again,
with a long lingering look.
She joined him at the table,
watched the hand that he dealt.

Each card was a heart;
cupid caught them both that night.
For now the lover and the gambler,
are now man and wife.