I first met William on a cool October day,

the last of the few nice days that we had.

We were both looking for a place to write,

for the poetry in our heads couldn’t wait.

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So I headed towards an old wood bench,

figuring it would be a place to write some.

William must have thought the same thing,

I was on one end and he was on the other.

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After awhile we both put down our papers,

a huge sigh of relief escaped as we smiled.

He extends his hand and says I am William,

with a tired smile I say that I am Rosanne.

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All through October and November we met,

sometimes we would still write our poetry.

But at other times we just sat and chatted,

his dark brown eyes would  easily watch me.

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But December brought the cold weather in,

the cold Northern winds didn’t even stop us.

We just put on thick coats,scarves and gloves,

a hot cup of cocoa or coffee would warm us.

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One chilly day William leaned over to kiss me,

I can still taste the hint of cocoa on his lips.

He said I have waited a very long time for this,

all I could do is agree with him and kiss him back.

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William said I think I am falling in love with you,

in clear cellophane was two roses of a deep red.

With my blue eyes wide and a blush on my skin,

I had to admit to William that I loved him as well.

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By then the snow was really beginning to fall,

it settled where it may as we held the other close.

No poetry need to be written on that old bench,

for the only words needed was already in our heart.

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We both finally got cold enough to leave the park,

William said he knows of a place we can get warm.

Over a leisure dinner we can uncover hidden secrets,

finding out if we can make this into a real relationship.

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We wound up at his apartment to get warm again,

kissing and finally winding up in Williams massive bed.

Sealing the deal to make this into a legal relationship,

it was then I realized that his roses was left at the park.

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But with a tender kiss he silenced my concerns there,

telling me that it didn’t matter if they were left or not.

For I did bring the best of the red roses home with me,

it was fate that brought us to the old bench at the park.