Not really sure what to do with myself,
Every moment the heart leaps into the mouth,
I see you and hide and blush,
Take two glances and flinch,
Sneak a third glance and disbelieve,
I want that letter to drop through the mailbox and to hear the great sigh...
Four spectacles to meet through the dimness,
And to unite wearing green coat, scarf and gloves,
These that keep us warm through the cold winter months.
Pippa x
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