A LOVERíS LANE
At first thought an ordinary lane,
Not unlike many others,
Many who met on this lane,
Were soon to become lovers.
The intimacy of the path
With shadows falling there
Lent to the sensation
That caught them both unaware.
With limbs meeting overhead,
To create a sheltered canopy,
Soon both shed inhibitions,
When later nearing the far end,
With daylight to be seen ahead,
He followed left at the fork,
While she turned to the right, instead.
Perhaps nevermore to meet,
By neither, backward glance was cast.
They walked home on hard pavement
With seldom a tree, by contrast.
On the morrow, perhaps chance
Might cause first loves to meet again
On another unplanned stroll down
What many call loverís lane.
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