Luckiest Man

by Chestlyn Draghoender

I remember the day
I glanced at her.
She was young
Yet mature for her age.
She went for a walk.
I followed my beauty,
Caught up with her,
Greeted her with charm and confidence.
The response was mutual
So I asked her out…

My beauty wanted to go
For a walk on the beach.
We walked and talked and laughed.
I took her to dinner then a dance.
In her long black dress
She looked like royalty.
I was the luckiest man.
I felt like a King.
I felt like I owned the building.

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