Love is in the Da Blog : Birth of a love affair .

Fooling Around  With  Bee  said  : I have challenged you a little with the last two prompts so today we’ll go insanely creative and write a short story about “A Love Affair”.

Birth of  a love affair

Sitting at window each day

He sees her as he passes her way.

He drives to work early you see

And she is usually there  drinking  her cup  of tea.

Each morning as she starts the day

She hopes the loneliness will go away.

With her  cup of tea sitting in the bay

A lovely way to start the lonely  day .

 

He wonders what she would say

If he plucked up the courage and knocked at her door one day.

Perhaps an evening would be best,

With a bouquet of flowers and in his smartest suit dressed.

 

Looking out she’d often see the cars passing by while she is sitting there.

A handsome young man always looks her way,

So often now she almost gave  him a wave.

 

He looks so cute as he catches her eye

Each morning as he passes by.

She wonders would he ever stop

And through her door a note he would drop.

They could meet, that would be great

But just how to curve the paths of fate.

 

Time moves on and so does he,

He is one she no longer sees.

It is a shame she often thinks

As she sips her morning drinks.

 

One morning being early for work

She stops for a coffee to give her mind that extra perk.

Standing in the queue eyes wander

Landing on a profile that makes her heart beat stronger.

 

He parks his car everyday

From his work a healthy walk away.

He likes to exercise, he always wonders if the girl in the bay

Has noticed he no longer passes her way.

She was so cute, he thinks of her most every day.

 

As  he stops for coffee at the usual place,

Waiting in the queue he sees a familiar face.

So as they both turn and come face to face

She smiles at him their  hearts  pick up  the pace.

 

He flashes her his biggest smile

As butterflies tango in his tummy all the while.

Would she like a coffee she hears him ask,

She would and she tells him so,

Shall we drink it here have you time before you have to go.

 

So shall we leave them sitting there together now at last .

They do look happy to have met. The shop is busy but they are all alone.

After work they both return to meet, she loves her flowers and then he drives her home…….  ❤  ❤

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Fate intervenes

Sitting at window each day

He sees her as he passes her way.

He drives to work early you see

And she is usually there  drinking  her cup  of tea.

Each morning as she starts the day

She hopes the loneliness will go away.

With her  cup of tea sitting in the bay

A lovely way to start the lonely  day .

He wonders what she would say

If he plucked up the courage and knocked at her door one day.

Perhaps an evening would be best,

With a bouquet of flowers and in his smartest suit dressed.

Looking out she’d often see the cars passing by while she is sitting there.

A handsome young man always looks her way,

So often now she almost gave  him a wave.

He looks so cute as he catches her eye

Each morning as he passes by.

She wonders would he ever stop

And through her door a note he would drop.

They could meet, that would be great

But just how to curve the paths of fate.

Time moves on and so does he,

He is one she no longer sees.

It is a shame she often thinks

As she sips her morning drinks.

One morning being early for work

She stops for a coffee to give her mind that extra perk.

Standing in the queue eyes wander

Landing on a profile that makes her heart beat stronger.

He parks his car everyday

A tidy walk from his work away.

He likes to exercise, he always wonders if the girl in the bay

Has noticed he no longer passes her way.

She was so cute he thinks of her most every day. As  he stops for coffee at the usual place,

Waiting in the queue he sees a familiar face.

So as they both turn and come face to face

She smiles at him their  hearts  pick up  the pace.

He flashes her his biggest smile

As butterflies tango in his tummy all the while.

Would she like a coffee she hears him ask,

She would and she tells him so,

Shall we drink it here have you time before you have to go.

So shall we leave them sitting there together now at last .

They do look happy to have met. The shop is busy but they are all alone.

After work they both return to meet, she loves her flowers and then he drives her home……..

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