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| PC: Björn Rudberg |
In that quaint little café
He played there from the time he was twenty
Fans he gathered were in plenty
So many movie background music offers her had
He rejected all, that crazy lad
He played only in that café, not many knew why
He had his eyes for this girl, pretty and shy
One evening she came with a man
He tried to keep a brave face as much as he can
He cried that night on the table where she sat
On his shoulder there was a pat
She stood there with a smile on her face
His heart started to race
He met his forever there
He met his forever there
That is why he played only in that café
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers
Very nice :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Dahlia :-)
DeleteHe certainly knew what he wanted, perseverance can be worth it. Mike
ReplyDeleteI agree..somethings are worth the wait :-)
DeleteThanks for dropping by Mike
Ah, this is so lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lore :-)
DeleteGood and sweet
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment. Brudberg :-)
DeleteThat's so moving and sweet. Well done.
ReplyDeletexx Rowena
Thank you beyond the flow :-)
DeleteSweet tale. I like her subterfuge which exposed his love. She is smart!
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Deletesmart indeed
Thanks for dropping by Sabina
Great write.
ReplyDeleteThank you Yarnspinnerr
DeleteFun rhythm and rhyme with a sweet ending!
ReplyDeleteThank you Dawn :-)
DeleteNice love story--he knew what he wanted and prioritized accordingly!
ReplyDeleteSmart man huh
DeleteThanks for dropping by emily :-)
Cute poem.
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
ReplyDeleteThank you C Knotts :-)
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