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‘I love no one but you’
She waits for him in secret, where the trees
Invade the street, a row of council houses,
Built in 1963, she takes his hands, looks in
His eyes, two figures lost from view, where
In the shade he says again, ‘I love no one
But you.’ She lives at number twenty six and
He at twenty two, there’s just four years
Between them, they met whilst still at school.
A pretty little lady, who fell in love too soon, and
Found herself abandoned with a daughter not
Yet two.
Nights like these are special when her sister
Babysits, it gives her time to spend with Lyle
And warm her hand in his, a steady kind of
Romance, no pressures to resist, a frank
Exchange of feelings, there’s an infant in the
Mix. Thoughts forever present, should they
Move away or stay, should she leave her
Daughter with a friend who might adopt one
Day, but no, that’s not an option, it never
Crossed their mind, if love has bloomed in
Honest truth, it must include the child.
A certain complication, is the family of her ex,
Who can’t bear to see her happy in the arms
Of someone else, brickbats and accusations
Won’t cover-up the lies, her ex turned out a
No-good, no job, no spark, no drive. Their
Secret banner headlines, with added choice
Effects, when they encountered aunty panty,
Who dotes upon her ex. A visit to the city, a
Wrong-street rendezvous, sixty-seconds either
Way, no one would know the truth.
With all out in the open, no secrets left to keep,
No need to meet in shadows, where the trees
Invade the street, a row of council houses, hot
Gossip all the news, when the pretty girl from
Twenty six moved into twenty two. He reached
For her without a word, as tears welled in her
Eyes, he kissed the rivulets and said, ‘you and
Your child are mine.' From a breathless rage of
Wild desire, to a rhythm velvet smooth, she
Whispered words she’d often heard, ‘I love no
One but you.’
© Joseph G Dawson